“Monsieur,” continued Dantès, “I know it is not in your power to release me; but you can plead for me⁠—you can have me tried⁠—and that is all I ask. Let me know my crime, and the reason why I was condemned. Uncertainty is worse than all.”

“Go on with the lights,” said the inspector.

“Monsieur,” cried Dantès, “I can tell by your voice you are touched with pity; tell me at least to hope.”

“I cannot tell you that,” replied the inspector; “I can only promise to examine into your case.”

“Oh, I am free⁠—then I am saved!”

“Who arrested you?”

“ M. Villefort. See him, and hear what he says.”