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Count of Monte Cristo, The
Chapter 25 - The Unknown
Alexandre Dumas
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       _ Day, for which Dantes had so eagerly and impatiently waited
       with open eyes, again dawned. With the first light Dantes
       resumed his search. Again he climbed the rocky height he had
       ascended the previous evening, and strained his view to
       catch every peculiarity of the landscape; but it wore the
       same wild, barren aspect when seen by the rays of the
       morning sun which it had done when surveyed by the fading
       glimmer of eve. Descending into the grotto, he lifted the
       stone, filled his pockets with gems, put the box together as
       well and securely as he could, sprinkled fresh sand over the
       spot from which it had been taken, and then carefully trod
       down the earth to give it everywhere a uniform appearance;
       then, quitting the grotto, he replaced the stone, heaping on
       it broken masses of rocks and rough fragments of crumbling
       granite, filling the interstices with earth, into which he
       deftly inserted rapidly growing plants, such as the wild
       myrtle and flowering thorn, then carefully watering these
       new plantations, he scrupulously effaced every trace of
       footsteps, leaving the approach to the cavern as
       savage-looking and untrodden as he had found it. This done,
       he impatiently awaited the return of his companions. To wait
       at Monte Cristo for the purpose of watching like a dragon
       over the almost incalculable richs that had thus fallen into
       his possession satisfied not the cravings of his heart,
       which yearned to return to dwell among mankind, and to
       assume the rank, power, and influence which are always
       accorded to wealth -- that first and greatest of all the
       forces within the grasp of man.
       On the sixth day, the smugglers returned. From a distance
       Dantes recognized the rig and handling of The Young Amelia,
       and dragging himself with affected difficulty towards the
       landing-place, he met his companions with an assurance that,
       although considerably better than when they quitted him, he
       still suffered acutely from his late accident. He then
       inquired how they had fared in their trip. To this question
       the smugglers replied that, although successful in landing
       their cargo in safety, they had scarcely done so when they
       received intelligence that a guard-ship had just quitted the
       port of Toulon and was crowding all sail towards them. This
       obliged them to make all the speed they could to evade the
       enemy, when they could but lament the absence of Dantes,
       whose superior skill in the management of a vessel would
       have availed them so materially. In fact, the pursuing
       vessel had almost overtaken them when, fortunately, night
       came on, and enabled them to double the Cape of Corsica, and
       so elude all further pursuit. Upon the whole, however, the
       trip had been sufficiently successful to satisfy all
       concerned; while the crew, and particularly Jacopo,
       expressed great regrets that Dantes had not been an equal
       sharer with themselves in the profits, which amounted to no
       less a sum than fifty piastres each.
       Edmond preserved the most admirable self-command, not
       suffering the faintest indication of a smile to escape him
       at the enumeration of all the benefits he would have reaped
       had he been able to quit the island; but as The Young Amelia
       had merely come to Monte Cristo to fetch him away, he
       embarked that same evening, and proceeded with the captain
       to Leghorn. Arrived at Leghorn, he repaired to the house of
       a Jew, a dealer in precious stones, to whom he disposed of
       four of his smallest diamonds for five thousand francs each.
       Dantes half feared that such valuable jewels in the hands of
       a poor sailor like himself might excite suspicion; but the
       cunning purchaser asked no troublesome questions concerning
       a bargain by which he gained a round profit of at least
       eighty per cent.
       The following day Dantes presented Jacopo with an entirely
       new vessel, accompanying the gift by a donation of one
       hundred piastres, that he might provide himself with a
       suitable crew and other requisites for his outfit, upon
       condition that he would go at once to Marseilles for the
       purpose of inquiring after an old man named Louis Dantes,
       residing in the Allees de Meillan, and also a young woman
       called Mercedes, an inhabitant of the Catalan village.
       Jacopo could scarcely believe his senses at receiving this
       magnificent present, which Dantes hastened to account for by
       saying that he had merely been a sailor from whim and a
       desire to spite his family, who did not allow him as much
       money as he liked to spend; but that on his arrival at
       Leghorn he had come into possession of a large fortune, left
       him by an uncle, whose sole heir he was. The superior
       education of Dantes gave an air of such extreme probability
       to this statement that it never once occurred to Jacopo to
       doubt its accuracy. The term for which Edmond had engaged to
       serve on board The Young Amelia having expired, Dantes took
       leave of the captain, who at first tried all his powers of
       persuasion to induce him to remain as one of the crew, but
       having been told the history of the legacy, he ceased to
       importune him further. The following morning Jacopo set sail
       for Marseilles, with directions from Dantes to join him at
       the Island of Monte Cristo.
       Having seen Jacopo fairly out of the harbor, Dantes
       proceeded to make his final adieus on board The Young
       Amelia, distributing so liberal a gratuity among her crew as
       to secure for him the good wishes of all, and expressions of
       cordial interest in all that concerned him. To the captain
       he promised to write when he had made up his mind as to his
       future plans. Then Dantes departed for Genoa. At the moment
       of his arrival a small yacht was under trial in the bay;
       this yacht had been built by order of an Englishman, who,
       having heard that the Genoese excelled all other builders
       along the shores of the Mediterranean in the construction of
       fast-sailing vessels, was desirous of possessing a specimen
       of their skill; the price agreed upon between the Englishman
       and the Genoese builder was forty thousand francs. Dantes,
       struck with the beauty and capability of the little vessel,
       applied to its owner to transfer it to him, offering sixty
       thousand francs, upon condition that he should be allowed to
       take immediate possession. The proposal was too advantageous
       to be refused, the more so as the person for whom the yacht
       was intended had gone upon a tour through Switzerland, and
       was not expected back in less than three weeks or a month,
       by which time the builder reckoned upon being able to
       complete another. A bargain was therefore struck. Dantes led
       the owner of the yacht to the dwelling of a Jew; retired
       with the latter for a few minutes to a small back parlor,
       and upon their return the Jew counted out to the shipbuilder
       the sum of sixty thousand francs in bright gold pieces.
       The delighted builder then offered his services in providing
       a suitable crew for the little vessel, but this Dantes
       declined with many thanks, saying he was accustomed to
       cruise about quite alone, and his principal pleasure
       consisted in managing his yacht himself; the only thing the
       builder could oblige him in would be to contrive a sort of
       secret closet in the cabin at his bed's head, the closet to
       contain three divisions, so constructed as to be concealed
       from all but himself. The builder cheerfully undertook the
       commission, and promised to have these secret places
       completed by the next day, Dantes furnishing the dimensions
       and plan in accordance with which they were to be
       constructed.
       The following day Dantes sailed with his yacht from Genoa,
       under the inspection of an immense crowd drawn together by
       curiosity to see the rich Spanish nobleman who preferred
       managing his own yacht. But their wonder was soon changed to
       admiration at seeing the perfect skill with which Dantes
       handled the helm. The boat, indeed, seemed to be animated
       with almost human intelligence, so promptly did it obey the
       slightest touch; and Dantes required but a short trial of
       his beautiful craft to acknowledge that the Genoese had not
       without reason attained their high reputation in the art of
       shipbuilding. The spectators followed the little vessel with
       their eyes as long as it remained visible; they then turned
       their conjectures upon her probable destination. Some
       insisted she was making for Corsica, others the Island of
       Elba; bets were offered to any amount that she was bound for
       Spain; while Africa was positively reported by many persons
       as her intended course; but no one thought of Monte Cristo.
       Yet thither it was that Dantes guided his vessel, and at
       Monte Cristo he arrived at the close of the second day; his
       boat had proved herself a first-class sailer, and had come
       the distance from Genoa in thirty-five hours. Dantes had
       carefully noted the general appearance of the shore, and,
       instead of landing at the usual place, he dropped anchor in
       the little creek. The island was utterly deserted, and bore
       no evidence of having been visited since he went away; his
       treasure was just as he had left it. Early on the following
       morning he commenced the removal of his riches, and ere
       nightfall the whole of his immense wealth was safely
       deposited in the compartments of the secret locker.
       A week passed by. Dantes employed it in manoeuvring his
       yacht round the island, studying it as a skilful horseman
       would the animal he destined for some important service,
       till at the end of that time he was perfectly conversant
       with its good and bad qualities. The former Dantes proposed
       to augment, the latter to remedy.
       Upon the eighth day he discerned a small vessel under full
       sail approaching Monte Cristo. As it drew near, he
       recognized it as the boat he had given to Jacopo. He
       immediately signalled it. His signal was returned, and in
       two hours afterwards the newcomer lay at anchor beside the
       yacht. A mournful answer awaited each of Edmond's eager
       inquiries as to the information Jacopo had obtained. Old
       Dantes was dead, and Mercedes had disappeared. Dantes
       listened to these melancholy tidings with outward calmness;
       but, leaping lightly ashore, he signified his desire to be
       quite alone. In a couple of hours he returned. Two of the
       men from Jacopo's boat came on board the yacht to assist in
       navigating it, and he gave orders that she should be steered
       direct to Marseilles. For his father's death he was in some
       manner prepared; but he knew not how to account for the
       mysterious disappearance of Mercedes.
       Without divulging his secret, Dantes could not give
       sufficiently clear instructions to an agent. There were,
       besides, other particulars he was desirous of ascertaining,
       and those were of a nature he alone could investigate in a
       manner satisfactory to himself. His looking-glass had
       assured him, during his stay at Leghorn, that he ran no risk
       of recognition; moreover, he had now the means of adopting
       any disguise he thought proper. One fine morning, then, his
       yacht, followed by the little fishing-boat, boldly entered
       the port of Marseilles, and anchored exactly opposite the
       spot from whence, on the never-to-be-forgotten night of his
       departure for the Chateau d'If, he had been put on board the
       boat destined to convey him thither. Still Dantes could not
       view without a shudder the approach of a gendarme who
       accompanied the officers deputed to demand his bill of
       health ere the yacht was permitted to hold communication
       with the shore; but with that perfect self-possession he had
       acquired during his acquaintance with Faria, Dantes coolly
       presented an English passport he had obtained from Leghorn,
       and as this gave him a standing which a French passport
       would not have afforded, he was informed that there existed
       no obstacle to his immediate debarkation.
       The first person to attract the attention of Dantes, as he
       landed on the Canebiere, was one of the crew belonging to
       the Pharaon. Edmond welcomed the meeting with this fellow --
       who had been one of his own sailors -- as a sure means of
       testing the extent of the change which time had worked in
       his own appearance. Going straight towards him, he
       propounded a variety of questions on different subjects,
       carefully watching the man's countenance as he did so; but
       not a word or look implied that he had the slightest idea of
       ever having seen before the person with whom he was then
       conversing. Giving the sailor a piece of money in return for
       his civility, Dantes proceeded onwards; but ere he had gone
       many steps he heard the man loudly calling him to stop.
       Dantes instantly turned to meet him. "I beg your pardon,
       sir," said the honest fellow, in almost breathless haste,
       "but I believe you made a mistake; you intended to give me a
       two-franc piece, and see, you gave me a double Napoleon."
       "Thank you, my good friend. I see that I have made a
       trifling mistake, as you say; but by way of rewarding your
       honesty I give you another double Napoleon, that you may
       drink to my health, and be able to ask your messmates to
       join you."
       So extreme was the surprise of the sailor, that he was
       unable even to thank Edmond, whose receding figure he
       continued to gaze after in speechless astonishment. "Some
       nabob from India," was his comment.
       Dantes, meanwhile, went on his way. Each step he trod
       oppressed his heart with fresh emotion; his first and most
       indelible recollections were there; not a tree, not a
       street, that he passed but seemed filled with dear and
       cherished memories. And thus he proceeded onwards till he
       arrived at the end of the Rue de Noailles, from whence a
       full view of the Allees de Meillan was obtained. At this
       spot, so pregnant with fond and filial remembrances, his
       heart beat almost to bursting, his knees tottered under him,
       a mist floated over his sight, and had he not clung for
       support to one of the trees, he would inevitably have fallen
       to the ground and been crushed beneath the many vehicles
       continually passing there. Recovering himself, however, he
       wiped the perspiration from his brows, and stopped not again
       till he found himself at the door of the house in which his
       father had lived.
       The nasturtiums and other plants, which his father had
       delighted to train before his window, had all disappeared
       from the upper part of the house. Leaning against the tree,
       he gazed thoughtfully for a time at the upper stories of the
       shabby little house. Then he advanced to the door, and asked
       whether there were any rooms to be let. Though answered in
       the negative, he begged so earnestly to be permitted to
       visit those on the fifth floor, that, in despite of the
       oft-repeated assurance of the concierge that they were
       occupied, Dantes succeeded in inducing the man to go up to
       the tenants, and ask permission for a gentleman to be
       allowed to look at them.
       The tenants of the humble lodging were a young couple who
       had been scarcely married a week; and seeing them, Dantes
       sighed heavily. Nothing in the two small chambers forming
       the apartments remained as it had been in the time of the
       elder Dantes; the very paper was different, while the
       articles of antiquated furniture with which the rooms had
       been filled in Edmond's time had all disappeared; the four
       walls alone remained as he had left them. The bed belonging
       to the present occupants was placed as the former owner of
       the chamber had been accustomed to have his; and, in spite
       of his efforts to prevent it, the eyes of Edmond were
       suffused in tears as he reflected that on that spot the old
       man had breathed his last, vainly calling for his son. The
       young couple gazed with astonishment at the sight of their
       visitor's emotion, and wondered to see the large tears
       silently chasing each other down his otherwise stern and
       immovable features; but they felt the sacredness of his
       grief, and kindly refrained from questioning him as to its
       cause, while, with instinctive delicacy, they left him to
       indulge his sorrow alone. When he withdrew from the scene of
       his painful recollections, they both accompanied him
       downstairs, reiterating their hope that he would come again
       whenever he pleased, and assuring him that their poor
       dwelling would ever be open to him. As Edmond passed the
       door on the fourth floor, he paused to inquire whether
       Caderousse the tailor still dwelt there; but he received,
       for reply, that the person in question had got into
       difficulties, and at the present time kept a small inn on
       the route from Bellegarde to Beaucaire.
       Having obtained the address of the person to whom the house
       in the Allees de Meillan belonged, Dantes next proceeded
       thither, and, under the name of Lord Wilmore (the name and
       title inscribed on his passport), purchased the small
       dwelling for the sum of twenty-five thousand francs, at
       least ten thousand more than it was worth; but had its owner
       asked half a million, it would unhesitatingly have been
       given. The very same day the occupants of the apartments on
       the fifth floor of the house, now become the property of
       Dantes, were duly informed by the notary who had arranged
       the necessary transfer of deeds, etc., that the new landlord
       gave them their choice of any of the rooms in the house,
       without the least augmentation of rent, upon condition of
       their giving instant possession of the two small chambers
       they at present inhabited.
       This strange event aroused great wonder and curiosity in the
       neighborhood of the Allees de Meillan, and a multitude of
       theories were afloat, none of which was anywhere near the
       truth. But what raised public astonishment to a climax, and
       set all conjecture at defiance, was the knowledge that the
       same stranger who had in the morning visited the Allees de
       Meillan had been seen in the evening walking in the little
       village of the Catalans, and afterwards observed to enter a
       poor fisherman's hut, and to pass more than an hour in
       inquiring after persons who had either been dead or gone
       away for more than fifteen or sixteen years. But on the
       following day the family from whom all these particulars had
       been asked received a handsome present, consisting of an
       entirely new fishing-boat, with two seines and a tender. The
       delighted recipients of these munificent gifts would gladly
       have poured out their thanks to their generous benefactor,
       but they had seen him, upon quitting the hut, merely give
       some orders to a sailor, and then springing lightly on
       horseback, leave Marseilles by the Porte d'Aix. _
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Chapter 1 Marseilles - The Arrival
Chapter 2 - Father and Son
Chapter 3 - The Catalans
Chapter 4 - Conspiracy
Chapter 5 - The Marriage-Feast
Chapter 6 - The Deputy Procureur du Roi
Chapter 7 - The Examination
Chapter 8 - The Chateau D'If
Chapter 9 - The Evening of the Betrothal
Chapter 10 - The King's Closet at the Tuileries
Chapter 11 - The Corsican Ogre
Chapter 12 - Father and Son
Chapter 13 - The Hundred Days
Chapter 14 - The Two Prisoners
Chapter 15 - Number 34 and Number 27
Chapter 16 - A Learned Italian
Chapter 17 - The Abbe's Chamber
Chapter 18 - The Treasure
Chapter 19 - The Third Attack
Chapter 20 - The Cemetery of the Chateau D'If
Chapter 21 - The Island of Tiboulen
Chapter 22 - The Smugglers
Chapter 23 - The Island of Monte Cristo
Chapter 24 - The Secret Cave
Chapter 25 - The Unknown
Chapter 26 - The Pont du Gard Inn
Chapter 27 - The Story
Chapter 28 - The Prison Register
Chapter 29 - The House of Morrel & Son
Chapter 30 - The Fifth of September
Chapter 31 - Italy: Sinbad the Sailor
Chapter 32 - The Waking
Chapter 33 - Roman Bandits
Chapter 34 - The Colosseum
Chapter 35 - La Mazzolata
Chapter 36 - The Carnival at Rome
Chapter 37 - The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian
Chapter 38 - The Compact
Chapter 39 - The Guests
Chapter 40 - The Breakfast
Chapter 41 - The Presentation
Chapter 42 - Monsieur Bertuccio
Chapter 43 - The House at Auteuil
Chapter 44 - The Vendetta
Chapter 45 - The Rain of Blood
Chapter 46 - Unlimited Credit
Chapter 47 - The Dappled Grays
Chapter 48 - Ideology
Chapter 49 - Haidee
Chapter 50 - The Morrel Family
Chapter 51 - Pyramus and Thisbe
Chapter 52 - Toxicology
Chapter 53 - Robert le Diable
Chapter 54 - A Flurry in Stocks
Chapter 55 - Major Cavalcanti
Chapter 56 - Andrea Cavalcanti
Chapter 57 - In the Lucerne Patch
Chapter 58 - M Noirtier de Villefort
Chapter 59 - The Will
Chapter 60 - The Telegraph
Chapter 61 - How a Gardener may get rid of the Dormice that eat His Peaches
Chapter 62 - Ghosts
Chapter 63 - The Dinner
Chapter 64 - The Beggar
Chapter 65 - A Conjugal Scene
Chapter 66 - Matrimonial Projects
Chapter 67 - At the Office of the King's Attorney
Chapter 68 - A Summer Ball
Chapter 69 - The Inquiry
Chapter 70 - The Ball
Chapter 71 - Bread and Salt
Chapter 72 - Madame de Saint-Meran
Chapter 73 - The Promise
Chapter 74 - The Villefort Family Vault
Chapter 75 - A Signed Statement
Chapter 76 - Progress of Cavalcanti the Younger
Chapter 77 - Haidee
Chapter 78 - We hear From Yanina
Chapter 79 - The Lemonade
Chapter 80 - The Accusation
Chapter 81 - The Room of the Retired Baker
Chapter 82 - The Burglary
Chapter 83 - The Hand of God
Chapter 84 - Beauchamp
Chapter 85 - The Journey
Chapter 86 - The Trial
Chapter 87 - The Challenge
Chapter 88 - The Insult
Chapter 89 - A Nocturnal Interview
Chapter 90 - The Meeting
Chapter 91 - Mother and Son
Chapter 92 - The Suicide
Chapter 93 - Valentine
Chapter 94 - Maximilian's Avowal
Chapter 95 - Father and Daughter
Chapter 96 - The Contract
Chapter 97 - The Departure for Belgium
Chapter 98 - The Bell and Bottle Tavern
Chapter 99 - The Law
Chapter 100 - The Apparition
Chapter 101 - Locusta
Chapter 102 - Valentine
Chapter 103 - Maximilian
Chapter 104 - Danglars Signature
Chapter 105 - The Cemetery of Pere-la-Chaise
Chapter 106 - Dividing the Proceeds
Chapter 107 - The Lions' Den
Chapter 108 - The Judge
Chapter 109 - The Assizes
Chapter 110 - The Indictment
Chapter 111 - Expiation
Chapter 112 - The Departure
Chapter 113 - The Past
Chapter 114 - Peppino
Chapter 115 - Luigi Vampa's Bill of Fare
Chapter 116 - The Pardon
Chapter 117 - The Fifth of October