"Perhaps the trial has been postponed," said the journalist, and turning to a reporter of his acquaintance, he hurriedly asked: "Does Benedetto's trial take place to-day?"
"Benedetto's trial," answered the reporter, musingly: "ah, yes, now I know—the murder in Monte-Cristo's garden, and, if my memory is right, I believe the murderer pretends that he is the son of the procureur du roi, Monsieur de Villefort."
"Perfectly right; you have an enviable memory," laughingly said Beauchamp. "Well, does the trial take place?"
"Certainly, it's the third day of the case."
"Thank you. We can get some refreshments now and pass the time until the Benedetto case comes up," said Chateau-Renaud.
"If you desire to attend the trial, I will inform you when it's time," said the reporter, politely.
"You are very kind," answered Beauchamp, as he departed with his friend.
As they were leaving the corridor, Beauchamp nudged his companion lightly.
"Every one is not so ungrateful as to forget Benedetto. Debray is here too."