"Read this," he said. "I was not alone; the witness is still living, and I can produce him if necessary."
Danglars had fallen back in his chair.
"Now then," continued Benedetto, "you know who I am, and you know, too, that I hesitate at nothing. Once more, will you obey me?"
"But what do you wish me to do?"
"In the first place, I want money. I am tired of poverty, and of the incessant perils which it forces me to run. You are rich. Make me rich."
"You shall have money."
"And much money. But this is not all."
Benedetto laid his hand on the shoulder of his companion.
"Have you forgotten," he said, in a stern voice, "the man who humiliated and tortured you? Do you feel no thirst for revenge?"
Danglars looked up quickly.