Father, calm down. I’m a little scared
Oh, my good boy, a man who was exiled by the Mountain Party, fled to Paris in a hay cart, and was chased by robespierre spies in the Bordeaux wilderness. He is used to many things. Tell me, what happened to the St. Jacques Street Club?
Oh, they lured General Quesnel there. General Quesnel left home at nine o’clock in the evening and was found in the Seine the next day.
Who told you this story?
The king told me
Well, then, return the story to you, and Noirtier said, I’ll tell you a story, too
My dear fath, I think I already know what you are going to tell me.
Oh, you have heard the news of the emperor’s landing.
Don’t be so big, father. I’m begging you. I heard the news much earlier than you. I heard it three days ago. I almost rushed to Paris from Marseilles as fast as I could, because I couldn’t wait to send an idea that was bothering me 600 miles away.
Three days ago, you were crazy. Three days ago, Saint didn’t land.
No, I already know his plan.
How do you know?
From a let sent to you from that island of Elba
Give me a letter.
It’s for you. I found it in the messenger’s notes that if that letter had fallen into someone else’s hands, you, my dear father, would have been shot by this time.
Villefort’s father laughed. Mm-hmm. He said that it seems that the bad king also got a quick decision from Saint. Shoot me, my good boy. You executed this punishment too fast. Where do you think this letter is? I know your people very well. I don’t think you will let such a thing throw around casually.
I burned it for fear of leaving a message, because that letter was simply your verdict.
And it will ruin your future, Noirtier said. That’s what I don’t understand. Since you have come to protect me, I have nothing to fear.
I didn’t protect you, sir. I saved your life.
Really? Hey, things are getting more and more dramatic. Tell me again.
I have to go back to that club topic on St. Jacques Street.
It seems that this club is quite a headache for the police department. Then why don’t they search it carefully? They will find it.
They didn’t find it, but they have a clue.
But that’s a cliche. I know the meaning of this sentence very well. When the police department can’t help it, they claim that they have a clue, so the government waits patiently until the day when they say that the clue has disappeared like smoke.
Yes, but they found a body. General Quesnel was killed, and all over the world they call it a murder.
Do you think so about murder? Egan, there is no evidence to prove that the general was murdered. Every day, dead people may be caught in the Seine River or they may jump or drown because they can’t swim.
Father, you know very well that the general is not a man who will dive in despair and kill people, and no one will bathe in the Seine in the middle of the month. No, don’t make a mistake. This death is a murder.
Who is this characterization?
The king said personally
