The Count of Monte Cristo

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between me and human justice."

"Do not alarm yourself, monsieur, we will duly respect your conscience."

At this moment the abbe pressed down his side of the shade and so raised
it on the other, throwing a bright light on the stranger's face, while
his own remained obscured. "Excuse me, abbe," said the envoy of the
prefect of the police, "but the light tries my eyes very much." The abbe
lowered the shade. "Now, sir, I am listening--go on."

"I will come at once to the point. Do you know the Count of Monte
Cristo?"

"You mean Monsieur Zaccone, I presume?"

"Zaccone?--is not his name Monte Cristo?"