nker, Rue de la Chaussee d'Antin.'" Caderousse wrote the address. The
abbe took the note. "Now," said he, "that suffices--begone!"

"Which way?"

"The way you came."

"You wish me to get out at that window?"

"You got in very well."

"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