The Son of Monte-Cristo, Volume I (of 2)

o was to descend from the heights of society into the depths of the crimi

d long before the proceedings began every seat in the room was

on an order from the judge the policemen brought in the prisoner. Instead of a man borne down by sh

he prisoner, who sat on his seat with the same ease and grace as he d

up and answer the questions I shall

I am unable to answer the question just now; you can continue, however, and

zed at the audacit

you?" continu

the 27th and the 28th of Septembe

your bu

eral run of people. I was first a counterfeiter, th

he judge and the jury could not suppress their lo

give your name now

you my own name, but I

it,

the prisoner with great calmness, glancing at

imed the judge, greatly as

e Villefort, and he is

e judge angrily. "I warn you for the last

put me in a small box and buried me alive in the garden of the house. At the same moment he received a thrust in the side with a knife held by a person who was concealed, and he sank to the ground unconscious. The man who attacked my father dug out the box which had been buried, and which he supposed contained money, and ther

our mother?" a

a child of sin; I do not know my m

point; a lady had fainted, and was carri

u roi arose, and showed his

ese astounding revelations?" a

the latter pointed to

ave proofs; do you also

ign my office, and desire the court to appoint my successor as

ion, allow yourself to be intimidated by the crazy declarations of a cri

oom a broken-down man. The crowd respectfully made way for him, th

r notice," said the judge. "Policeme