The Count of Monte Cristo

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the shadow of the misfortune which has this day fallen on her, and
providence is not willing that the innocent should suffer for the
guilty. I know you are going to leave the Rue du Helder without taking
anything with you. Do not seek to know how I discovered it; I know
it--that is sufficient.

Now, listen, Albert. Twenty-four years ago I returned, proud and joyful,
to my country. I had a betrothed, Albert, a lovely girl whom I adored,
and I was bringing to my betrothed a hundred and fifty louis, painfully
amassed by ceaseless toil. This money was for her; I destined it for
her, and, knowing the treachery of the sea I buried our treasure in
the little garden of the house my father lived in at Marseilles, on the
Allees de Meillan. Your mother, Albert, knows that poor house well. A
short time since I passed through Marseilles, and went to see the old
place, which revived so many painful recollections; and in the evening
I took a spade and dug in the corner of the garden where I had concealed
my treasure. The iron box was there--no one had touched it--under a