"That is what I should like to do. But have no fear, I will be circumspect."
"Which one of you is named Benedetto?" asked the inspector, gruffly, turning to the convicts.
"I," said the former Prince Cavalcanti, modestly.
"You are wanted. Follow me, but do not speak a word or else you will be put in the black hole."
Benedetto bowed silently, and the next minute stood with his comrade before Valentine.
The young girl drew back in terror, as she saw him whom she had thought was her brother. She soon collected herself and gently said:
"Sir, Monsieur de Villefort is dead."
Benedetto's eyes shone. He felt a wild joy at the death of the man he so bitterly hated.
"On his death-bed," continued Valentine with emotion, "he thought of you, and the officials have carried out his last wishes, and allowed me to bring you his regards and certain ameliorations for you. From this day on you are freed from double chains, and if you conduct yourself well in the future, you can hope for other mercies. Farewell, and may God be with you."
Valentine's voice broke, Maximilian laid his arm protectingly around the young girl and led her away, while Benedetto and Anselmo were brought back to their comrades.