Ah, Beauchamp said you doubted me. Well, you can ask my servant or, to be more precise, the man who will no longer be my servant that day. Everyone in that room said that.
And what about this potion? Where is it? What is it?
The child hid it.
But where did he find it?
In his mother’s lab.
So did his mother put the poison in the laboratory?
How can I answer this? You’re like a prosecutor interrogating a prisoner. I’m just repeating what I heard. I asked you to inquire. Besides, I was able to help the poor guy. He was too scared to eat a while ago.
It’s unbelievable
No, honey, there’s no solution. Did you see that kid in Leahy Street last year? He stabbed a needle in their ears while his brother and sister were asleep and killed them. He thought it was funny. Our younger generation was very precocious.
I bet you told us this story, but you don’t believe it at all. Did I not see the Count of Monte Cristo? He didn’t come.
He doesn’t like to join in the fun, Debray said, and it’s not appropriate for him to show up here because he just let Cavalcanti knock out a sum of money. Cavalcanti probably went to see him with a fake letter of introduction and cheated him out of 100 thousand francs
Wait a minute, Monsieur Chateau-Renaud. What did Beauchamp say about Morrel?
I visited him three times and didn’t see him once, but his sister didn’t seem upset. She told me that although she hadn’t seen him for two or three days, she was sure that he was fine.
Ah, now I don’t know why the count of Monte Cristo can’t appear in court, said Beauchamp
What can’t
Because he is an actor in this scene.
So who did he assassinate? asked Debray.
Unfortunately, on the contrary, he is the target of their assassination. You know that Mr. Caderousse was killed by his friend Benedetto when he left his house. You know that the vest that caused a sensation was found in the earl’s house, and the letter that prevented the signing of the engagement was hidden inside it. Have you seen the vest? The blood is stained on that table and filled with physical evidence.
Ah, great
Hush, the judges are here. Let’s go back to our places.
There was a commotion in the court, and the deputy sheriff greeted his two protected people. The master of ceremonies showed that he had come to do his profession in Pierre Augustin Caron de Beaumarchais’s time and shouted in a shrill voice, "I am in court."
Chapter 11 prosecution
The judge sat in silence, and the jurors also sat in succession. Mr. Villefort was the target of everyone’s attention and could be said to be the object of everyone’s worship. He sat in an round-backed armchair and looked around calmly. Everyone looked at that serious and cold face in surprise. Personal sadness could not be shown from his face. Everyone could not help but feel a sense of terror when he saw that a person was not angry, sad and happy.
The presiding judge said to take the defendant
Hearing these words, everyone’s attention became more focused, and their eyes were fixed on Benedetto, who was about to enter that door. The defendant immediately appeared. Everyone present saw his face clearly. No one on his face stopped beating or people were pale. He put his hands in a beautiful position, with one hand on his hat and the other on the mouth of his vest. His fingers didn’t shake at all. After entering the court, his eyes were calm and bright, and he was swept by the judges and jurors, and then let his eyes stay next to Andre, the presiding judge and prosecutor. Because Andre doesn’t have a lawyer, his lawyer is appointed by the court. He seems to think that this is an important and trivial matter. The lawyer is a young man with light yellow hair. He is one hundred times more excited than the defendant.
The presiding judge announced the reading of the indictment, which occupied a long time. At that time, everyone’s attention was almost on Andre’s body. Andre Sparta ignored everyone’s attention. Villefort’s words were more concise and eloquent than ever. He described the changes of the prisoner before the crime, and he committed crimes since childhood. All this was written by the prosecutor with all his strength. Andre listened to Villefort’s indictment and charged him one after another. Mr. Villefort looked at him from time to time and suspected that he was carrying out his usual offensive against the prisoner, but although he stared at the defendant from time to time.
The defendant’s presiding judge said your name.
Andre, get up and trust me. The presiding judge said in a clear voice, I think you have adopted the ordinary trial procedure. I will abide by my requirements and will soon prove that my requirements are an exception. I beg you to allow me to follow a different procedure when answering, and I am willing to answer your questions.
The presiding judge looked at the jury in surprise, and the jury went to see the prosecutor. The court was stunned by surprise, but Andre remained unmoved.
Your age, the presiding judge said, will you answer this question?
This question, like other questions, is willing to answer the presiding judge’s cabinet, but it will not be answered until the appropriate time.
The presiding judge of your age repeated that question.
I am twenty-one years old, or rather, I will be twenty-one years old in a few days, because I was born on the evening of September 27, 117.
M. de Villefort was busy recording the date and looked up.