success,
and the second time was that same night.

Sanselme asked if Jane's mind could be affected. Could insanity come on
thus suddenly? There was a secret in Jane's life, and he himself had
seen her only a few hours before overcome with grief.

Sanselme went up and down the Champs Elysees for an hour. Suddenly he
remembered that the Seine was not far off. Why had he not thought of
this before? He hastened to the river side, but saw nothing to confirm
his suspicions.

We will now disclose the secret tie between this man and Jane Zeld.
Fifteen years before, the convict Sanselme had witnessed a terrible
scene in a cottage at Beausset, a village between Toulon and Marseilles.
A son had killed his mother, and then departed, carrying with him a
large sum of money. Bad as was Sanselme, he shuddered at this terrible
crime. He had aided in Benedetto's escape with the hope of receiving
part of the money, but he repulsed the blood-stained hand that offered
it.

"Be off with you or I will kill you!" he cried, and Benedetto fled. Our
readers will remember how he was finally thrown up by the sea on the
island of Monte-Cristo.

Sanselme remained alone with the corpse. The sun rose, and finally a ray
crept over the face of the dead woman. Sanselme started. Perhaps she is
not dead after all. He stooped and lifted her from the floor. Should he
call for assistance? To do so was to deliver himself up as an escaped
convict. And this was not all. He would be suspected of the murder. He
would be led not to the galleys but to the scaffold.

"It would be useless for me to make any denial."

Still his humanity was large enough to induce him to run the risk, and
he would probably have called for assistance had he not at that moment
heard the sound of wheels. It was the priest returning home. Sanselme
breathed a sigh of relief. Now he would have the aid he required. He
would wait until the priest came up. The outer door stood wide open. It
was through this door that Benedetto had fled. Sanselme heard the priest
utter an exclamation of surprise, and then he went to his servant's
door, and knowing her deafness knocked and called loudly to her to
awake. This was Sanselme's salvation. He leaned from the window and
caught a branch from the tree by which Benedetto had clambered to the
upper room. This done, it was easy for Sanselme then to drop to the
ground. He ran around the house instantly. He was saved. He hastily
decided that Benedetto h