uche-de-Miel?"

"I'm all right," replied the latter, doggedly, though there was a
perceptible quiver in his voice as he spoke.

"He has just had another fit of fear," said Siebecker, disdainfully. "I
think we would do well to leave him with Peppino and Beppo to keep watch
in the garden! It won't be safe to take him with us into the house,
Waldmann!"

The leader went up to Bouche-de-Miel and gave him a rough shake.

"You are a coward!" said he, savagely. "That woman story you told us was
all bosh. You are afraid of meeting Monte-Cristo, as I saw very plainly
this morning!"

This taunt stung Bouche-de-Miel to the quick and restored to him all his
courage. He faced Waldmann unflinchingly and retorted:

"I am no coward and I am not afraid of Monte-Cristo!"

"Then what is the matter with, you?"

"That is my business, but it shan't damage this night's work. I will go
with you to the house and do my part as well as you or Siebecker. You
said not to waste an instant. What are you waiting for? Go on!"

"Do you swear to stand by us to the last whatever happens?"

"I swear it!"

"I will trust you."

"And you will have no reason to repent of your trust. If I meet
Monte-Cristo I will kill him as I would a mongrel cur! Does that satisfy
you?"

"How about your mysterious woman?"

Bouche-de-Miel could not repress a start, but he clenched his fists
firmly and replied, with an effort:

"Never mind her! She must take care of herself!"

"Who is she?"

"Never mind her, I say! If harm comes to her it will be her own fault!"

Waldmann appeared reassured; nevertheless he whispered in
Bouche-de-Miel's ear with a terrible earnestness that plainly showed he
meant what he said:

"I told you I would trust you, and I will. But if you weaken, if you
seek to act the traitor to save that woman, I will blow your brains out
where you stand!"

Bouche-de-Miel shrugged his shoulders.

"If I weaken, if I seek to betray you, shoot me on the spot! I give you
leave! But if you use your pistol, it will be on other game than me! Let
us to work!"

Leaving the two Italians on guard at the gate, Waldmann and Siebecker,
with Bouche-de-Miel between them, went stealthily towards the house,
walking on the grass that the sound of their footsteps might be muffled.
They kept well in the shadows of the trees, reaching the rear of the
mansion unobserved and without incident. Waldmann removed his shoes and
the others followed his example.

"Eve