Now he said that I might need to run from Paris to Ligang Road in one night and have a fast horse ready at any time, but I walked 150 miles in ten hours.
Too many people have expressed that hope. Bertuccio said that the horses are ready. I will buy them myself and send them to the designated place. I choose the most suitable place, that is, in a small village where no one stops.
That’s good. Monte Cristo said I’m going to stay here for a day or two. You can arrange it according to this.
Bertuccio was about to leave the room when Baptistin came in with a silver plate and a letter on it.
What are you doing here? The count saw his travel-stained appearance and asked, I don’t think I sent for you.
Baptistin didn’t answer that it was urgent to present the letter to the count. He said that the count opened the letter and read it. I hereby inform Mr. Monte Cristo that someone will go to his home on the Champs Elysé es this evening to steal some documents from the writing desk in the dressing room. The count is famous for his bravery, so he doesn’t need the help of the police station. The intervention of the police station may seriously affect the sender of this advice. It is enough for the count to hide behind the bedroom doors and windows or hide in the dressing room to protect his property. Too many attendants or precautions will prevent the villain from trying. And Mr. Monte Cristo will lose the opportunity to find an enemy. He wrote this warning letter to the count by accident, and if this first attempt fails, he will not be able to warn again when the same attempt happens in the future.
At first, the count thought it was a trick of the thieves, a big deception, to attract his attention to a lesser danger, and then he suffered a greater danger. He wanted to ignore the advice of his anonymous friend, perhaps because of that advice, to send the letter to the police chief, but on second thought, it might be a fake that he already knew the enemy, so it was better for him to deal with it alone. We know how the count is. His mind is full of strong and bold will. He said that things are impossible in heaven, and that courage alone proves that he is often. We don’t need to say that people are different. According to his past life, according to his fear and determination, the earl gained an unimaginable fighting spirit when he went through various struggles. He fought against the emperor, and he fought against the world, which can be said to be the devil
They didn’t want my papers. Monte Cristo said they wanted to kill me. They were not thieves, but assassins. I didn’t want the police chief to interfere in my private affairs. I was very rich. This matter didn’t need to take up part of his department. After Baptistin wrote, he checked out and called him back. You went back to Paris. He said to call all the servants there. I wanted my family to come to Auteuil.
But is there no one left in that room, my Lord? Baptistin asked.
Leave no concierge
Adults remember that the concierge is far from the house.
hum
Dummies steal things. He won’t hear a sound at all.
Who’s going to steal it
thief
You are a fool, Mr. Baptistin. Thieves may steal from the house, but that kind of thing is not as annoying as me. Baptistin bowed.
Do you understand what I mean? The count said to bring all your companions here, but everything is still shuttered as usual.
What about the second floor
You know this is never going, right?
The count said that he wanted to dine alone and asked Ali to wait on him. He ate his meal as usual and then made a sign to Ali to follow him. He went to boulogne Avenue from the side door and seemed to step on the way to Paris. At dusk, he found himself in a dark porter’s bedroom opposite the Champs Elysé es Avenue. Baptistin said that the porter’s room was still 40 steps away, and Monte Cristo leaned against a tree. His rare eyes searched the road for inspection. Passers-by carefully visited the neighboring streets to see that no one was hiding there. After ten minutes, he believed that no one was paying attention to him. He quickly took Ali to the side door, lightly locked the door and went in through the servant stairs. He never lifted a curtain, and even the porter never doubted that the owner had returned. He was still a house.
As soon as he got to his bedroom, the count motioned for Ali to stop. Then he went into the dressing room and made a detailed inspection. Everything was as usual. The precious desk was still in place. The key was still in the drawer. He locked the drawer firmly, took the key and went back to the bedroom door to get rid of the door buckle. At this moment, Ali was ready for the count. The weapon he needed was a short carbine, as easy as a pair of single-barreled pistols to aim at double-barreled pistols, so that five lives were in the hands of the armed count. At that time, it was about half past nine. King Earl Ali ate a piece of bread and drank a glass of Spanish wine in a hurry, and then Monte Cristo moved a movable panel to watch the situation in the next room. The pistol and carbine were beside him, and Ali was holding a small Arab axe that had never changed since the Crusaders. Looking from the parallel bedroom window of the dressing room, the Earl could see the street outside for two hours, and the night was very dark. However, Earl Ali was suspicious to thank him for his long prison life because of his wild nature. You can still tell the branches are moving in the dark. The little light in the gatehouse has already gone out. If the fake people are going to attack, they should come from the stairs instead of the window. According to Monte Cristo, if the gangsters want his life instead of his money, their target will be his bedroom. They must come from the back stairs or come in from the dressing room window. He asked Ali to guard the door leading to the stairs, and he continued to watch the dressing room.
The clock in the disabled soldiers’ sanatorium struck 11: 13, and the westerly wind brought three bleak and trembling clocks. When the last clock passed, the count seemed to think that he heard a slight ring in the dressing room. This was the first ring. To be more accurate, this was a carving sound, and then came the second, third and fourth rings. When the fourth ring sounded, the count knew what was going on. A firm and skilled hand carved a pane of glass on a diamond. The count felt that his heart was beating faster. Anyone who knew in advance that he was going to be in danger was in danger. When the time comes, their hearts will still be pounding, and their bodies will still tremble involuntarily. This is the dream reality plan, which makes a big difference, but Monte Cristo made a gesture to inform Ali that Ali knew that the danger was coming closer to his master from the dressing room. Monte Cristo was eager to determine the strength of his enemies.
The earl looked into the hole in the dressing room and stared at it unblinkingly. He recognized a figure in the dark, and then a pane of glass became impenetrable, as if a piece of paper had been stuck outside. Then the pane of glass rattled, but it didn’t fall. An arm came in through the window to find the buckle. A second later, a window turned and a man came in. He was alone.
That bastard is so bold, said the count in a low voice
At that moment, Ali patted him gently on the shoulder. He turned around. Ali pointed to the bedroom and pointed to the window on the street. Monte Cristo stepped three steps closer to the window. He knew that his loyal servant had a keen eye. Indeed, he saw another man who came from the shadow of the door and climbed to the top of the low wall. He said that the situation was good. He said that two people would do it one by one and watch the street. He made a gesture to Ali to ask him to monitor the man on the street.
I will come back and pay attention to the one in the dressing room.
The glass cutter has come in and groped there with his arms outstretched. At last, he seems to know the situation in the room. He bolts both doors.
When he approached the door leading to the bedroom, Monte Cristo would come in and raise a pistol, but he heard the sliding sound of the latch, which was a preventive measure. The midnight visitor got up calmly because he didn’t know that the count had deducted the ride. He touched something from his pocket, but the count couldn’t see clearly what it was. He put it on a coffee table and stood straight in front of the desk to touch the drawer lock. Unexpectedly, the key was not there, but the glass stroke was a heart. A thoughtful man, he brought all kinds of emergency tools. The count soon heard a key string sound, that is, the coppersmith always kept all kinds of locks on his side. The thieves said that the nightingale was suspicious because it could sing jingling serenades when locking. Ah, Monte Cristo whispered with a disappointed smile that he was a thief.
But the man couldn’t find the right key in the dark. He picked up something like the coffee table and pressed the button. Immediately, a recognizable bluish-white light reflected on the man’s face. Yo, Monte Cristo stepped back in surprise and said that it was
Ali raise his axe.
Don’t move Monte Cristo whispered, "Let go of your axe. We don’t need weapons." Then he added another sentence in a lower voice, because the count’s exclamation just now, though light, has alarmed the man. He quickly turned over the window and restored the state when he was painting the glass. The count’s words just now were an order, because Ali immediately went to get back a black robe and a tricolor hat. At this moment, Monte Cristo had hurriedly taken off his coat, vest and shirt, revealing a shiny soft steel wire vest, which King Louis XVI had also worn. Sixteen didn’t save his life because he was afraid of being stabbed in the chest with a dagger at first, but his head was chopped with an axe. This steel vest was soon hidden under a growing-up vests, and his hair was covered by a priest’s wig. With that triangular hat, the Earl immediately became a priest.
When Monte Cristo was about to finish dressing up, the man rose again when he heard no other sound. He rushed to the front of the desk, locked in his nightingale, and rattled.
Well done, the count whispered. He suspected that he believed in locking some kind of secret machine. He believed that the lock picker, though clever, might not know that his equipment was well done. You still have a few minutes to work. So he went to the window and sat on the low wall. The man was still walking around the street, but it was strange that he had no scruples about pedestrians coming from the Champs Elysé es or St. Honore Road. He seemed to be engrossed in imagining the situation in the count’s room. His only goal seemed to be to speculate on every move in the locker room.
Monte Cristo suddenly patted his forehead with a smile on his lips, then dragged Ali to his side and whispered to him, "Stay here and hide in the dark, no matter what you hear, don’t come in and don’t show up unless I told you that Ali bowed to show that he understood and was willing to take a little candle from Monte Cristo." When the thief was preoccupied with fiddling with his lock, he quietly pushed the door and was careful that it didn’t shine directly on his face. The door was so silent that the thief didn’t hear any sound at all, but he was surprised that suddenly there was a little candle in the room.
Good night, dear Mr. Caderousse. Monte Cristo said what are you doing here at this hour?
Father Caderousse of Busoni exclaimed in surprise that he didn’t know how this strange man got in because he had bolted both doors, and the key fell in his hand. He was motionless and stunned. The count walked over to the window of Caderousse, thus cutting off the only way out for thieves. Father Caderousse of Busoni added that his eyes were fixed on the count.
Yes, of course, it’s Father Busoni, because it’s been about ten years since we last met.
Busoni’s calm, ironic and bold attitude Caderousse staggered back a few steps. Abbe Abbe, he muttered that his hands were clenched into fists and his teeth were shaking.
Are you here to steal the count of Monte Cristo? added the false priest
Caderousse said in fear that he wanted to go back to the window, but the window was blocked by the count. I don’t know.
Believe me, I swear to you.
The glass window was scratched, and the count said that a luminous lamp and a bunch of fake keys were pried in half, which was enough.
Caderousse gasped for breath. He looked around for a corner to hide in and find a way to escape.
Forget it, continued the count. I see you are still an assassin as before.
Since you know everything, you must know that I didn’t do it, but the Carconte did it, which has been proved in court, so I was convicted to work as a slave ship.
So now that you have come back from there, you have probably served your sentence.
No, Abbey, I was rescued by one person.