“True,” exclaimed Balsamo, “I remember I omitted to awaken her. And some villain profited by her sleep on that dreadful night—dreadful for all of us.”
“You are mocking at me?”
“No, I will convince you. Take me to your sister. I have committed an oversight, but I am pure of crime. I left the girl in a magnetic slumber. In compensation of this fault, which it is just to pardon me, I will give up to you the malefactor’s name.”
“Tell it, tell it!”
“I know it not, but your sister does.”
“But she has refused to name him.”
“Refused you, but not me. Will you believe her if she accuses someone?”
“Yes; for she is an angel of purity.”
Balsamo called his man and ordered the horses to be harnessed to his carriage.
“You will tell me the guilty man’s name,” said Philip.