"Then what is the matter with, you?"
"That is my business, but it shan't damage this night's work. I will go with you to the house and do my part as well as you or Siebecker. You said not to waste an instant. What are you waiting for? Go on!"
"Do you swear to stand by us to the last whatever happens?"
"I swear it!"
"I will trust you."
"And you will have no reason to repent of your trust. If I meet Monte-Cristo I will kill him as I would a mongrel cur! Does that satisfy you?"
"How about your mysterious woman?"
Bouche-de-Miel could not repress a start, but he clenched his fists firmly and replied, with an effort:
"Never mind her! She must take care of herself!"
"Who is she?"