Oh, the Englishman replied as if he were not quite white.
Well, they tied a 36-pound iron ball to his foot and threw him into the sea.
Really? exclaimed the Englishman.
Yes, sir, the warden continued. You can imagine how surprised the desperate man was when he found that he had fallen straight into the sea. I’d like to see his facial expression at that time.
That’s not easy
No, Mr. Beauveria, because he has confirmed that his 200,000 francs can be answered, his words are extremely relaxed and humorous, which is beyond my imagination.
He then burst out laughing.
I also imagined that the Englishman laughed when he said it, but his smile was an Englishman’s smile, which came through his teeth. So the Englishman first recovered his normal state and continued to ask, Did he drown?
There is no doubt about this
So the warden got rid of the murderer and the madman at the same time
Exactly.
There must be some kind of official document about this matter, asked the Englishman
Death certificate: Do you know if Dantè s is a relative? If he is a relative, you may be interested to know if he is dead or alive.
So if they leave him any legacy now, they can enjoy it with a clear conscience. He is dead. This can’t be wrong, can it?
Oh, yes, they can come and see the actual evidence at any time.
In response, the British said, but then again, they came back to these files.
Really, this has distracted us. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry about that story? No, it sounds very novel to me.
Is that true, sir? Do you want to see the documents of the poor priest’s department? He is really warm.
It is a must for your convenience.
Come to my room and I’ll show it to you, so they went into Mr. Boveri’s room, where everything was in good order. Every file was numbered, and every folder was fixed. The British warden sat in an round-backed chair and put the Yves Fort file in front of him, while he sat in a corner and read his newspaper. The British easily found the records of Father Faria, but the warden told him that, which seemed to have aroused great interest because he was reading the first class file. Later, he turned back until he turned to the file of Edmond Dantè s. He found that everything could not be sealed there. The informer ruled that Morrel wished M. de Villefort. He secretly folded the informer and quickly put it in his pocket. He read the verdict and found that Noirtier’s name was not found in it. He also read it again. The date of the wish was April 10, 115. In this letter, Morrel listened to the advice of the acting prosecutor and in good faith exaggerated Dantè s’ opinion of the emperor because Napoleon was still in power. Of course, this contribution to the country was definitely confirmed by Villefort’s signature, so what happened to him? This letter to Napoleon was detained by Villefort and turned into a terrible weapon in the hands of the prosecutor when he came to the second restoration of the dynasty. When he found this piece in the file with a bracket at the bottom of his name, he no longer showed surprise.
The Napoleonic Party of Edmond Dantè s was responsible for assisting the rebels to come to Elba.
Should be strictly guarded and alert.
In these lines, another person’s handwriting literally says that it has been read and needs reconsideration. He compares the bracketed handwriting with the handwriting signed by Morrel. It is found that these two handwriting are the same handwriting, that is to say, Urville Fu wrote the two notes at the bottom of the crime. The British understand that it was probably an inspector’s adult who added it. The official probably suddenly became interested in the situation of Dantè s, but because we said those records in person, although he was interested, he had no objection.
As we have already said, the warden left Father Faria alone, and the researcher sat in a corner and read the white flag newspaper. He didn’t notice that the Englishman folded up the letter that Danglars wrote at the bottom of the arbor of the Risoff restaurant and postmarked the Marseilles post office at 6: 00 p.m. on February 20, and put it in his pocket. But it must be said that even if he noticed it, he would feel that this piece of paper was very important, and his 200,000 francs was the most important thing. No matter how irregular the British behavior was, he wouldn’t object.
Thank you, Englishman. He snapped the file and said, I know everything I want to know. Now it’s up to me to fulfill my promise. I want you to give me a certificate of debt transfer, and I will pay you the money when I say it’s in cash. He got up and gave up his position to Mr. Boveri, and sat down without humility to write down the certificate that the other party needs to transfer, while the Englishman counted the money across the desk.
Chapter 9 Morel’s parent company
Anyone who left Marseille a few years ago and is familiar with Morrel’s father’s company will find that it has changed greatly if he comes back now. Before he saw those happy faces in the window, he came and went in the long corridor. Before the busy staff piled up in the patio, the porters laughed and shouted. All this has disappeared, leaving a melancholy and depressing atmosphere. Before hanging around the office in the cold corridor, he was always crowded with several staff. Now, There are only two people left. One is Emmanuel Herbert, a young man of about twenty-three or four years old, who loves Mr. Morrel’s daughter. Although all his friends tried to persuade him to resign and leave here, he still stayed. The other is an old man with one-eyed eyes, named Cocles spanlasssjj, an ancient Roman hero who lost an eye in a battle. This nickname came from this. span was always crowded in this big beehive, and now it has almost been given to him by young people. Whoever calls him by his real name will not agree.
Cocles is still doing manual work by Mr. Morel, and his position has undergone a very strange change. On the one hand, he was promoted to a position, but at the same time, he was reduced to a servant. However, he is still the same as before. Cocles is kind and loyal, but he is not afraid of trouble, but he will never give in to several problems. At this point, he will resolutely rise up and fight against the world. Mr. Morel is also good at memorizing the multiplication table in 1999. No matter what tricks and traps are set to test him, it will never be difficult to beat him. On the day when the company It is not because of some emotion, but because of a firm belief. It is said that a ship destined to sink in the ocean will slip away first. When the ship anchors, all these private passengers will escape completely. It is also like this. Employees like Morrel’s father’s company left the office warehouse one by one. Kirkles watched them leave without even asking us. For twenty years, he saw that the payment was always paid on time. In his opinion, it seems impossible for the company to pay the money one day. A miller can’t believe that it has been pushing him to grind the mill day and night.
Up to now, nothing has happened that can shake Kirkrice’s belief. The monthly payment was paid on time. Kirkrice investigated fourteen wrong accounts that were detrimental to Morrel. That night, he gave the fourteen coppers to Morrel and threw the money into a drawer with a wry smile. Thank you, Kirkrice. You are a winner.
Kirkles was very happy when he returned home, because Mr. Morel was a loyal pearl in Marseille. He praised him like this, and he was more happy than giving him a gift of 50 crowns. But since the end of the month, Mr. Morel has spent many anxious days to cope with the end of the month. He was afraid that he would go to Bouquet in Marseille and sell his wife’s daughter’s jewelry and some of his gold and silver utensils, so that the company’s reputation can still be maintained, but now he is at the end of his tether.
Borrow money, because the news can’t be borrowed. I have to pay Mr. Boveri 100,000 francs due on the 15th of this month and 100,000 francs due on the 15th of next month. Mr. Morrel has no hope but to wait for the return of the Pharaoh. He knows that the Pharaoh has set sail, which he heard from a sailboat that anchored at the same time, but the ship has already arrived in Hong Kong. Like the Pharaoh, it also came from Calcutta, but it arrived two weeks ago and the Pharaoh has not been heard from.
This was the case these days when the senior clerk of Thomson French Bank in Rome met Mr. Boveri and visited Mr. Morrel the next day.
He was received by Emmanuel, a young man, who was always surprised when he saw that the visitor was a new face, because every new face was a new creditor who got wind of asking the company boss. His employer avoided the pain of this meeting, so he asked the visitor what he wanted to do. The stranger said that he had nothing to talk to Emmanuel personally. Emmanuel sighed and called Kirkles. When Kirkles came, the young man ordered the visitor to be taken to Mr. Morrel’s room. Kirkles walked in front and the visitor followed him. On the stairs, they met a beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen. Her eyes were anxious.
Is Mr. Morrel in the office? Miss Yuri Eberwein asked.
Yes, I want to be there, said the young girl hesitantly. You can go and see Kirkland. If my father is there, let this gentleman know.
I need to inform you, miss. The Englishman replied that my name is not familiar to Mr. Morrel. This honorable gentleman should inform you that the chief representative of Thomson French Bank in Rome is here to see you. Your father is in contact with that bank.
The young girl turned pale, and she continued to go upstairs, while the stranger Kirkles continued to go upstairs. She entered Emmanuel’s office, while Kirkles took a key and hit a door at the corner of the second staircase, leading the stranger to a reception room and then hit a second door. After entering, she closed the door, leaving the chief representative of Thomson French Bank to wait alone for a while, and then turned around. When he entered, the Englishman entered the room and found Morrel sitting in front of a table and leafing through several huge account books, all of which were him. As soon as he saw the visitor, Mr. Morrel closed his account book, got up and pointed to a seat. When he saw the visitor sitting down, he sat back in his chair. Fourteen years have changed the appearance of this respectable businessman. He was thirty-six years old at the beginning, and now he is fifty years old. His hair has turned gray. Time sorrow has carved deep wrinkles on his forehead, and his eyes were once so firm and keen, but now he hesitates, as if he were afraid of being forced to focus on an idea or a person who looks like an Englishman. He looked at his husband Morrel with curiosity and obviously said that he was uneasy.
Yes, sir, you know where I come from.
That’s what my clerk told me at Thomson French Bank.
He said it was true that Thomson French Bank had to pay 300,000 to 400,000 francs a month in France until you kept your letter and bought all the promissory notes you signed. Morrel sighed deeply and wiped his forehead with sweat.
Oh, then, sir, Morrel said that you had my promissory note.
Yes, and the number is quite large.
How many Morrel asked in a calm voice.
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