Benedetto turned into a narrow path. Suddenly he stopped short and said:
"Here we are!"
Spero looked about him! In front of him rose a tall, gloomy building, and it appeared to him as if rough singing were going on within.
"Is this really the house?" asked the vicomte, unconsciously shuddering.
"Yes."
"It looks like a low den, and who guarantees me that I am not being led into a trap?"
"Vicomte of Monte-Cristo," replied Benedetto, "if I desired to murder you I could have done so long ago."
"You are right."
Just then coarse laughter and the noise of a falling body came from the inside of the house.