the count pitilessly blocked--"reverend sir, I don't know--believe me--I
take my oath"--
"A pane of glass out," continued the count, "a dark lantern, a bunch of
false keys, a secretary half forced--it is tolerably evident"--
Caderousse was choking; he looked around for some corner to hide in,
some way of escape.
"Come, come," continued the count, "I see you are still the same,--an
assassin."
"Reverend sir, since you know everything, you know it was not I--it was
La Carconte; that was proved at the trial, since I was only condemned to
the galleys."
"Is your time, then, expired, since I find you in a fair way to return
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