"Ah, now I know who you are," said the banker, springing up. "You are Andrea Cavalcanti."
"Right," laughed Fagiano.
"Now I remember. You put a title to your name, played the heir of a great fortune, and entered into near relations with my family. An impudence which the avenging arm of the law punished."
"Yes, I am Benedetto the murderer—Benedetto the criminal. But do you know who my father was?"
"Yes, I heard about the scandalous trial; I was not in France at the time, but—Go on, you," urged Danglars.
"And do you also know the name of my mother, baron?"
"No."
"Well, then, my mother was—the Baroness Danglars."
"The miserable creature—the wretch!" cried Danglars, hoarsely. "But no—you lie, it cannot be so."