The Burglary.
The day following that on which the conversation we have related took place, the Count of Monte Cristo set out for Auteuil, accompanied by Ali and several attendants, and also taking with him some horses whose qualities he was desirous of ascertaining.He was induced to undertake this journey, of which the day before he had not even thought and which had not occurred to Andrea either, by the arrival of Bertuccio from Normandy with intelligence respecting the house and sloop.The house was ready, and the sloop which had arrived a week before lay at anchor in a small creek with her crew of six men, who had observed all the requisite formalities and were ready again to put to sea.
The count praised Bertuccio's zeal, and ordered him to prepare for a speedy departure, as his stay in France would not be prolonged more than a mouth."Now," said he, "I may require to go in one night from Paris to Treport; let eight fresh horses be in readiness on the road, which will enable me to go fifty leagues in ten hours.""Your highness had already expressed that wish," said Bertuccio, "and the horses are ready.I have bought them, and stationed them myself at the most desirable posts, that is, in villages, where no one generally stops.""That's well," said Monte Cristo; "I remain here a day or two -- arrange accordingly." As Bertuccio was leaving the room to give the requisite orders, Baptistin opened the door: he held a letter on a silver waiter.
"What are you doing here?" asked the count, seeing him covered with dust; "I did not send for you, I think?"Baptistin, without answering, approached the count, and presented the letter."Important and urgent," said he.The count opened the letter, and read: --"M.de Monte Cristo is apprised that this night a man will enter his house in the Champs-Elysees with the intention of carrying off some papers supposed to be in the secretary in the dressing-room.The count's well-known courage will render unnecessary the aid of the police, whose interference might seriously affect him who sends this advice.The count, by any opening from the bedroom, or by concealing himself in the dressing-room, would be able to defend his property himself.Many attendents or apparent precautions would prevent the villain from the attempt, and M.de Monte Cristo would lose the opportunity of discovering an enemy whom chance has revealed to him who now sends this warning to the count, -- a warning he might not be able to send another time, if this first attempt should fail and another be made."The count's first idea was that this was an artifice -- a gross deception, to draw his attention from a minor danger in order to expose him to a greater.He was on the point of sending the letter to the commissary of police, notwithstanding the advice of his anonymous friend, or perhaps because of that advice, when suddenly the idea occurred to him that it might be some personal enemy, whom he alone should recognize and over whom, if such were the case, he alone would gain any advantage, as Fiesco* had done over the Moor who would have killed him.We know the Count's vigorous and daring mind, denying anything to be impossible, with that energy which marks the great man.From his past life, from his resolution to shrink from nothing, the count had acquired an inconceivable relish for the contests in which he had engaged, sometimes against nature, that is to say, against God, and sometimes against the world, that is, against the devil.
* The Genoese conspirator.
"They do not want my papers," said Monte Cristo, "they want to kill me; they are no robbers, but assassins.I will not allow the prefect of police to interfere with my private affairs.I am rich enough, forsooth, to distribute his authority on this occasion." The count recalled Baptistin, who had left the room after delivering the letter."Return to Paris," said he; "assemble the servants who remain there.
I want all my household at Auteuil."
"But will no one remain in the house, my lord?" asked Baptistin.
"Yes, the porter."
"My lord will remember that the lodge is at a distance from the house.""Well?"
"The house might be stripped without his hearing the least noise.""By whom?"
"By thieves."
"You are a fool, M.Baptistin.Thieves might strip the house -- it would annoy me less than to be disobeyed." Baptistin bowed.
"You understand me?" said the count."Bring your comrades here, one and all; but let everything remain as usual, only close the shutters of the ground floor.""And those of the second floor?"
"You know they are never closed.Go!"
The count signified his intention of dining alone, and that no one but Ali should attend him.Having dined with his usual tranquillity and moderation, the count, making a signal to Ali to follow him, went out by the side-gate and on reaching the Bois de Boulogne turned, apparently without design towards Paris and at twilight; found himself opposite his house in the Champs-Elysees.All was dark; one solitary, feeble light was burning in the porter's lodge, about forty paces distant from the house, as Baptistin had said.Monte Cristo leaned against a tree, and with that scrutinizing glance which was so rarely deceived, looked up and down the avenue, examined the passers-by, and carefully looked down the neighboring streets, to see that no one was concealed.
Ten minutes passed thus, and he was convinced that no one was watching him.He hastened to the side-door with Ali, entered hurriedly, and by the servants' staircase, of which he had the key, gained his bedroom without opening or disarranging a single curtain, without even the porter having the slightest suspicion that the house, which he supposed empty, contained its chief occupant.
Arrived in his bedroom, the count motioned to Ali to stop;then he passed into the dressing-room, which he examined.
