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"Oh, you have some design against me, reverend sir.""Idiot! what design can I have?"

"Why, then, not let me out by the door?"

"What would be the advantage of waking the porter?" --"Ah, reverend sir, tell me, do you wish me dead?""I wish what God wills."

"But swear that you will not strike me as I go down.""Cowardly fool!"

"What do you intend doing with me?"

"I ask you what can I do? I have tried to make you a happy man, and you have turned out a murderer.""Oh, monsieur," said Caderousse, "make one more attempt --try me once more!"

"I will," said the count."Listen -- you know if I may be relied on.""Yes," said Caderousse.

"If you arrive safely at home" --

"What have I to fear, except from you?"

"If you reach your home safely, leave Paris, leave France, and wherever you may be, so long as you conduct yourself well, I will send you a small annuity; for, if you return home safely, then" --"Then?" asked Caderousse, shuddering.

"Then I shall believe God has forgiven you, and I will forgive you too.""As true as I am a Christian," stammered Caderousse, "you will make me die of fright!""Now begone," said the count, pointing to the window.

Caderousse, scarcely yet relying on this promise, put his legs out of the window and stood on the ladder."Now go down," said the abbe, folding his arms.Understanding he had nothing more to fear from him, Caderousse began to go down.

Then the count brought the taper to the window, that it might be seen in the Champs-Elysees that a man was getting out of the window while another held a light.

"What are you doing, reverend sir? Suppose a watchman should pass?" And he blew out the light.He then descended, but it was only when he felt his foot touch the ground that he was satisfied of his safety.

Monte Cristo returned to his bedroom, and, glancing rapidly from the garden to the street, he saw first Caderousse, who after walking to the end of the garden, fixed his ladder against the wall at a different part from where he came in.

The count then looking over into the street, saw the man who appeared to be waiting run in the same direction, and place himself against the angle of the wall where Caderousse would come over.Caderousse climbed the ladder slowly, and looked over the coping to see if the street was quiet.No one could be seen or heard.The clock of the Invalides struck one.

Then Caderousse sat astride the coping, and drawing up his ladder passed it over the wall; then he began to descend, or rather to slide down by the two stanchions, which he did with an ease which proved how accustomed he was to the exercise.But, once started, he could not stop.In vain did he see a man start from the shadow when he was halfway down -- in vain did he see an arm raised as he touched the ground.Before he could defend himself that arm struck him so violently in the back that he let go the ladder, crying, "Help!" A second blow struck him almost immediately in the side, and he fell, calling, "Help, murder!" Then, as he rolled on the ground, his adversary seized him by the hair, and struck him a third blow in the chest.This time Caderousse endeavored to call again, but he could only utter a groan, and he shuddered as the blood flowed from his three wounds.The assassin, finding that he no longer cried out, lifted his head up by the hair; his eyes were closed, and the mouth was distorted.The murderer, supposing him dead, let fall his head and disappeared.Then Caderousse, feeling that he was leaving him, raised himself on his elbow, and with a dying voice cried with great effort, "Murder! I am dying! Help, reverend sir, -- help!"This mournful appeal pierced the darkness.The door of the back-staircase opened, then the side-gate of the garden, and Ali and his master were on the spot with lights.