M. D'AVRIGNY soon restored the magistrate1 to consciousness, who had looked like a second corpse2 in that chamber3 of death. "Oh, death is in my house!" cried Villefort.
"Say, rather, crime!" replied the doctor.
"M. d'Avrigny," cried Villefort, "I cannot tell you all I feel at this moment,--terror, grief, madness."
"Yes," said M. d'Avrigny, with an imposing4 calmness, "but I think it is now time to act. I think it is time to stop this torrent5 of mortality. I can no longer bear to be in possession of these secrets without the hope of seeing the victims and society generally revenged." Villefort cast a gloomy look around him. "In my house," murmured he, "in my house!"
"Come, magistrate," said M. d'Avrigny, "show yourself a man; as an interpreter of the law, do honor to your profession by sacrificing your selfish interests to it."
"You make me shudder6, doctor. Do you talk of a sacrifice?"
"I do."
"Do you then suspect any one?"
"I suspect no one; death raps at your door--it enters--it goes, not blindfolded7, but circumspectly8, from room to room. Well, I follow its course, I track its passage; I adopt the wisdom of the ancients, and feel my way, for my friendship for your family and my respect for you are as a twofold bandage over my eyes; well"--
"Oh, speak, speak, doctor; I shall have courage."
"Well, sir, you have in your establishment, or in your family, perhaps, one of the frightful9 monstrosities of which each century produces only one. Locusta and Agrippina, living at the same time, were an exception, and proved the determination of providence10 to effect the entire ruin of the Roman empire, sullied by so many crimes. Brunehilde and Frédégonde were the results of the painful struggle of civilization in its infancy11, when man was learning to control mind, were it even by an emissary from the realms of darkness. All these women had been, or were, beautiful. The same flower of innocence12 had flourished, or was still flourishing, on their brow, that is seen on the brow of the culprit in your house." Villefort shrieked13, clasped his hands, and looked at the doctor with a supplicating14 air. But the latter went on without pity:--
"'Seek whom the crime will profit,' says an axiom of jurisprudence."
"Doctor," cried Villefort, "alas15, doctor, how often has man's justice been deceived by those fatal words. I know not why, but I feel that this crime"--
"You acknowledge, then, the existence of the crime?"
"Yes, I see too plainly that it does exist. But it seems that it is intended to affect me personally. I fear an attack myself, after all these disasters."
"Oh, man," murmured d'Avrigny, "the most selfish of all animals, the most personal of all creatures, who believes the earth turns, the sun shines, and death strikes for him alone,--an ant cursing God from the top of a blade of grass! And have those who have lost their lives lost nothing?--M. de Saint-Méran, Madame de Saint-Méran, M. Noirtier"--
"How? M. Noirtier?"
"Yes; think you it was the poor servant's life was coveted16? No, no; like Shakespeare's 'Polonius,' he died for another. It was Noirtier the lemonade was intended for--it is Noirtier, logically speaking, who drank it. The other drank it only by accident, and, although Barrois is dead, it was Noirtier whose death was wished for."
"But why did it not kill my father?"
"I told you one evening in the garden after Madame de Saint-Méran's death--because his system is accustomed to that very poison, and the dose was trifling17 to him, which would be fatal to another; because no one knows, not even the assassin, that, for the last twelve months, I have given M. Noirtier brucine for his paralytic18 affection, while the assassin is not ignorant, for he has proved that brucine is a violent poison."
"Oh, have pity--have pity!" murmured Villefort, wringing19 his hands.
"Follow the culprit's steps; he first kills M. de Saint-Méran"--
"O doctor!"
"I would swear to it; what I heard of his symptoms agrees too well with what I have seen in the other cases." Villefort ceased to contend; he only groaned20. "He first kills M. de Saint-Méran," repeated the doctor, "then Madame de Saint-Méran,--a double fortune to inherit." Villefort wiped the perspiration21 from his forehead. "Listen attentively22."
"Alas," stammered23 Villefort, "I do not lose a single word."
"M. Noirtier," resumed M. d'Avrigny in the same pitiless tone,--"M. Noirtier had once made a will against you--against your family--in favor of the poor, in fact; M. Noirtier is spared, because nothing is expected from him. But he has no sooner destroyed his first will and made a second, than, for fear he should make a third, he is struck down. The will was made the day before yesterday, I believe; you see there has been no time lost."
"Oh, mercy, M. d'Avrigny!"
"No mercy, sir! The physician has a sacred mission on earth; and to fulfil it he begins at the source of life, and goes down to the mysterious darkness of the tomb. When crime has been committed, and God, doubtless in anger, turns away his face, it is for the physician to bring the culprit to justice."
"Have mercy on my child, sir," murmured Villefort.
"You see it is yourself who have first named her--you, her father."
"Have pity on Valentine! Listen--it is impossible! I would as willingly accuse myself! Valentine, whose heart is pure as a diamond or a lily."
"No pity, procureur; the crime is fragrant24. Mademoiselle herself packed all the medicines which were sent to M. de Saint-Méran; and M. de Saint-Méran is dead. Mademoiselle de Villefort prepared all the cooling draughts25 which Madame de Saint-Méran took, and Madame de Saint-Méran is dead. Mademoiselle de Villefort took from the hands of Barrois, who was sent out, the lemonade which M. Noirtier had every morning, and he has escaped by a miracle. Mademoiselle de Villefort is the culprit--she is the poisoner! To you, as the king's attorney, I denounce Mademoiselle de Villefort, do your duty."
"Doctor, I resist no longer--I can no longer defend myself--I believe you; but, for pity's sake, spare my life, my honor!"
"M. de Villefort," replied the doctor, with increased vehemence26, "there are occasions when I dispense27 with all foolish human circumspection28. If your daughter had committed only one crime, and I saw her meditating29 another, I would say 'Warn her, punish her, let her pass the remainder of her life in a convent, weeping and praying.' If she had committed two crimes, I would say, 'Here, M. de Villefort, is a poison that the prisoner is not acquainted with,--one that has no known antidote30, quick as thought, rapid as lightning, mortal as the thunderbolt; give her that poison, recommending her soul to God, and save your honor and your life, for it is yours she aims at; and I can picture her approaching your pillow with her hypocritical smiles and her sweet exhortations31. Woe32 to you, M. de Villefort, if you do not strike first!' This is what I would say had she only killed two persons but she has seen three deaths,--has contemplated33 three murdered persons,--has knelt by three corpses34! To the scaffold with the poisoner--to the scaffold! Do you talk of your honor? Do what I tell you, and immortality35 awaits you!"
Villefort fell on his knees. "Listen," said he; "I have not the strength of mind you have, or rather that which you would not have, if instead of my daughter Valentine your daughter Madeleine were concerned." The doctor turned pale. "Doctor, every son of woman is born to suffer and to die; I am content to suffer and to await death."
"Beware," said M. d'Avrigny, "it may come slowly; you will see it approach after having struck your father, your wife, perhaps your son."
Villefort, suffocating36, pressed the doctor's arm. "Listen," cried he; "pity me--help me! No, my daughter is not guilty. If you drag us both before a tribunal I will still say, 'No, my daughter is not guilty;--there is no crime in my house. I will not acknowledge a crime in my house; for when crime enters a dwelling37, it is like death--it does not come alone.' Listen. What does it signify to you if I am murdered? Are you my friend? Are you a man? Have you a heart? No, you are a physician! Well, I tell you I will not drag my daughter before a tribunal, and give her up to the executioner! The bare idea would kill me--would drive me like a madman to dig my heart out with my finger-nails! And if you were mistaken, doctor--if it were not my daughter--if I should come one day, pale as a spectre, and say to you, 'Assassin, you have killed my child!'--hold--if that should happen, although I am a Christian38, M. d'Avrigny, I should kill myself."
"Well," said the doctor, after a moment's silence, "I will wait." Villefort looked at him as if he had doubted his words. "Only," continued M. d'Avrigny, with a slow and solemn tone, "if any one falls ill in your house, if you feel yourself attacked, do not send for me, for I will come no more. I will consent to share this dreadful secret with you, but I will not allow shame and remorse39 to grow and increase in my conscience, as crime and misery40 will in your house."
"Then you abandon me, doctor?"
"Yes, for I can follow you no farther, and I only stop at the foot of the scaffold. Some further discovery will be made, which will bring this dreadful tragedy to a close. Adieu."
"All the horrors that disturb my thoughts make your house odious42 and fatal. Adieu, sir."
"One word--one single word more, doctor! You go, leaving me in all the horror of my situation, after increasing it by what you have revealed to me. But what will be reported of the sudden death of the poor old servant?"
"True," said M. d'Avrigny; "we will return."
The doctor went out first, followed by M. de Villefort. The terrified servants were on the stairs and in the passage where the doctor would pass. "Sir," said d'Avrigny to Villefort, so loud that all might hear, "poor Barrois has led too sedentary a life of late; accustomed formerly43 to ride on horseback, or in the carriage, to the four corners of Europe, the monotonous44 walk around that arm-chair has killed him--his blood has thickened. He was stout45, had a short, thick neck; he was attacked with apoplexy, and I was called in too late. By the way," added he in a low tone, "take care to throw away that cup of syrup46 of violets in the ashes."
The doctor, without shaking hands with Villefort, without adding a word to what he had said, went out, amid the tears and lamentations of the whole household. The same evening all Villefort's servants, who had assembled in the kitchen, and had a long consultation47, came to tell Madame de Villefort that they wished to leave. No entreaty48, no proposition of increased wages, could induce them to remain; to every argument they replied, "We must go, for death is in this house." They all left, in spite of prayers and entreaties49, testifying their regret at leaving so good a master and mistress, and especially Mademoiselle Valentine, so good, so kind, and so gentle. Villefort looked at Valentine as they said this. She was in tears, and, strange as it was, in spite of the emotions he felt at the sight of these tears, he looked also at Madame de Villefort, and it appeared to him as if a slight gloomy smile had passed over her thin lips, like a meteor seen passing inauspiciously between two clouds in a stormy sky.
没有多久阿夫里尼先生就让那个法官苏醒了过来，他看上去好象是那回屋里的第二具尸体。
“噢，死神已来到我的家里了！”维尔福喊道。
“还是说罪神吧！”医生答道。
“阿夫里尼先生，”维尔福喊道，“我无法跟您说我此时的各种感触——恐怖、忧愁、疯狂。”
“是的，”阿夫里尼先生用一种郑重平静的口气说，“但我觉着现在是该采取行动的时候了。我认为现在是阻止这种死亡的时候了。我既然知道了这些秘密，就希望看到有人要为死去的人和社会报仇雪恨。”
维尔福用忧郁的目光向四周环顾了一下。“在我家里！”他无力地说，“在我家里！”
“我说，法官，”阿夫里尼先生说，“拿出男子汉的勇气来，您是法律的喉舌，牺牲您一己的私利来为您的职守增光吧。”
“您把我吓坏了，医生！您说的是要牺牲吗？”
“我是这么说的。”
“那么您怀疑到谁了吗？”
“我没有怀疑谁。死神一个劲儿地敲您的门，它进来了，它在徘徊了，它倒不是盲目乱走，而是仔细地从一个房间到另一个房间地巡逻过去的。哼！我跟踪着它的路线，找出了它行进的踪迹，我采用古人聪明的办法，摸索我的途径，因为我对你们家的友谊和对您的尊敬好象是一条双折的绑带蒙住了我的眼睛，嗯——”
“噢！说吧，说吧，医生，我有勇气听的。”
“嗯，先生，在您的房子里，在您的家里，也许也出现了一个每个世纪都产生过一次的那种可怕的现象。罗迦丝泰和爱格丽琵娜［公元一世纪时，罗马皇后爱格丽琵娜借罗迦丝泰之助毒死当皇帝的叔父，以便使其前夫之子尼罗继位。——译注］生在同一时辰只是一个例外，这证明天意决定要使那罪恶万端的罗马帝国整个儿变成废墟。布伦霍德和弗丽蒂贡第［布伦霍德是六世纪时欧洲古国奥斯达拉西亚王后，其妹嫁给纽斯特亚王契尔帕里克。契尔帕里克在情妇弗丽蒂贡第挑唆下杀了妻子，布伦霍德为其妹报仇，唆使丈夫向契尔帕里克发动战争。契尔帕里克战败，但布伦霍德的丈夫也被弗丽蒂贡第派人暗杀。——译注］是文化在它婴儿时代痛苦挣扎的产物，那时人类正在学习控制思想，所以即使从黑暗世界里派来的使者也会受欢迎。这些女人都是，或曾经是很美丽的。她们的额头上曾经开过纯洁的花朵，而在您家里的那个嫌疑犯的额头上，现在也正盛开着那种同样的花。”
维尔福惊叫了一声，紧扭着自己的双手，以一种恳求的神气望着医生。而后者毫不怜悯地继续说下去：“法学上有一句格言：‘从唯利是图的人身上去找嫌疑犯。’”
“医生，”维尔福喊道，“唉，医生！司法界因为这句话上过多少次当呀！我知道为什么，但我觉得这件罪恶——”
“那么，您承认罪恶是存在的罗？”
“是的，它的确是存在着的，我看得太清楚了。但我相信它只针对我一个人，而不是去世的那几位。在这一切古怪的祸事以后，我深恐自己还要受到一次袭击。”
“噢，人哪！”阿夫里尼愤愤地说道，“一切动物中最自负、最自私的动物呀，他相信地球只为他一个人而旋转，太阳只为他一个人而照耀，而死神也只打击他一个人——等于一只蚂蚁站在一片草尖上诅咒上帝！那些人难道就白白地失去了他们的生命吗？”圣·梅朗先生，圣·梅朗夫人，诺瓦蒂埃先生。”
“怎么，诺瓦蒂埃先生？”
“是的，您以为这次是存心要害那个可怜的仆人的吗？不，不，他就象莎士比亚剧本里的波罗纽斯［莎士比亚戏剧《哈姆雷特》里被误杀的老臣——译注］只是一个替死鬼而已。柠檬水本来是准备给诺瓦蒂埃喝的，从逻辑上讲，喝柠檬水的应该是诺瓦蒂埃。别人喝了它纯属偶然，虽然死了的是巴罗斯，但本来预备害死的却是诺瓦蒂埃。”
“为什么家父喝了竟没有死呢？”
“其原因我已在圣·梅朗夫人去世的那天晚上在花园里对您讲过了。因为他的身体已受惯了那种毒药。谁都不知道，甚至那个暗杀者也不知道在过去的十二个月里，我曾给诺瓦蒂埃先生服用木鳖精治疗他的瘫痪病。而那个暗杀者只知道，他是从经验中确信木鳖精是一种剧烈的毒药。”
“我的上帝！我的上帝！”维尔福扭着双手喃喃地说。
“让我们来看一下那个罪犯是如何杀人的吧：他最先杀死了圣·梅朗先生——”
“噢，医生！”
“我敢发誓的确如此。以我所听到的来说，他的病症和我亲眼看到的那两次病症简直太相似了。”维尔福停止了争辩，呻吟了一声。“他最先杀死了圣·梅朗先生，”医生重复说，“然后圣·梅朗夫人，这样就可以继承两笔财产。”
维尔福抹了一把前额上的汗珠。
“留心听着。”
“唉！”维尔福结结巴巴地说道，“我一个字也没漏掉呀。”
“诺瓦蒂埃先生，”阿夫里尼先生继续用同样无情的口吻说道，“诺瓦蒂埃先生曾立过一张不利于您，不利于您的家庭的遗嘱。他要把他的财产去资助穷人。诺瓦蒂埃先生被饶赦了，因为他身上已没什么可指望的了。但当他一旦销毁了他的第一张遗嘱，又立了第二张的时候，为了怕他再改变主意，他就遭了暗算。遗嘱是前天才修改的，我相信。您也看得出，时间安排得很紧凑。”
“噢，发发慈悲吧，阿夫里尼先生！”
“没什么可发慈悲的，阁下！医生在世界上有一项神圣使命，为了履行那使命，他得从生命的来源开始探索到神秘的死亡。当罪恶发生的时候，上帝一定极为震怒，但假如他掉头不管的话，那么医生就应该把那个罪人带到法庭上去。”
“可怜可怜我的孩子吧，阁下！”维尔福轻声地说道。
“您看，是您自己先把她提出来的，是您，她的父亲。”
“可怜可怜瓦朗蒂娜吧！听我说！这是不可能的。我情愿归罪于我自己！瓦朗蒂娜！她有着一颗钻石的心，她就象一枝纯洁的水仙！”
“没什么可以可怜的，检察官阁下。这桩罪恶已经明显了。寄给圣·梅朗先生的一切药品都是小姐亲自包扎的，而圣·梅朗先生死了。圣·梅朗夫人所用的冷饮也都是维尔福小姐调制的，圣·梅朗夫人也死了。诺瓦蒂埃先生每天早晨所喝的柠檬水，虽然是巴罗斯调制的，但他却临时被支走了，由维尔福小姐接手端了上去，诺瓦蒂埃先生之幸免一死，只是一个奇迹。维尔福小姐就是嫌疑犯！她就是罪犯！检察官阁下，我要告发维尔福小姐，尽您的职责吧。”
“医生，我不再坚持了。我不再为自己辩护了。我相信您，但请您发发慈悲，饶了我的性命，饶了我的名誉吧！”
“维尔福先生，”医生愈来愈激愤地答道，“我常常顾及愚蠢的人情。假如令爱只犯了一次罪，而我又看到她在预谋第二次犯罪，我会说：‘警告她，惩罚她，让她到一家修道院里在哭泣和祈祷中度过她的余生吧。’假如她犯了两次罪，我就会说：‘维尔福先生，这儿有一种那个罪犯不认识的毒药，它象思想一样敏捷，象闪电一样迅速，象霹雳一样厉害。给她吃这种毒药吧，把她的灵魂交给上帝吧，救您的名誉和您的性命，因为她的目标就是您。我能想象得到她会带着她那种虚伪的微笑和她那种甜蜜的劝告走近您的枕边。维尔福先生，假如您不先下手，您就要遭殃啦！’假如她只杀死了两个，我就会那样说。但是她已经目击了三次死亡，已经蓄意谋杀了三个人，已经接近过三个尸体啦！把那个罪犯送上断头台吧！送上断头台吧！您不是说要保全您的名誉吗？照我说的去做吧，不朽的名誉在等待您了！”
维尔福跪了下来。“听我说，”他说道，我承认自己不如您那样坚强，或是，说得更确切些，假如这次连累的不是我的女儿瓦朗蒂娜而是您的女儿梅蒂兰，您的决心也就会不那么坚强了。”医生的脸色顿时变白了。“医生，每个女人的儿子天生就是为了受苦和等死而来的，我情愿受苦，情愿等死。”
“小心啊！”阿夫里尼先生说，“它或许是慢慢地来的。在袭击了您的父亲以后，您就会看到它来袭击您的太太，或您的儿子了。”
维尔福紧紧地拉住医生的胳膊，激动得喘不过气来。“听着！”他太声说道，“可怜我，帮帮我吧！不，我女儿是无罪的。假如您把我们父女两个拖到法庭上去，我还是要说：‘不，我女儿是无罪的，我家里没出什么罪案。我不承认我家里有一名罪犯，因为当罪犯走进一座房子的时候，它就象死神一样，是不会独自来的。’听着！要是我被人谋害了，那跟您又有什么关系呢？您是我的朋友吗？您是人吗？您有良心吗？不，您只是一个医生！嗯，我告诉您，我不愿意把我的女儿拖到法庭上去，我不愿意把她交给刽子手！这种念头单是想一想就足以杀死我——足以逼得我象疯子似的用我的指甲把自己的心挖出来。如果您猜错了呢，医生！假如那不是我女儿呢！假如有一天，我会惨白得象一个鬼似的来对您说：‘刽子手！您杀了我的女儿！’那时又怎么办呢？听着！假如真的发生了那样的事情，阿夫里尼先生，我是个基督徒，我也要自杀的。”
“好吧，”医生在沉默了一会儿说道．“我等着看吧。”维尔福呆瞪瞪地望着他，象是听不懂他的话似的。“只是，”阿夫里尼先生用一种缓慢庄严的口吻继续说，“假如您家里再有人生了病，假如您感到自己已受到了袭击，不要再来找我，因为我不会再来了。我同意为您保守这可怕的秘密，但我不愿意在我的良心上再增加羞愧和悔恨，象您的家里增加罪恶和痛苦一样。”
“那么您不管我了吗，医生？”
“是的，因为我不能再跟着您往前走了，我只能在断头台的脚下止步。再走近一步就会使这一幕可怕的悲剧宣告结束。告别了。”
“我求求您，医生！”
“我的心绪已被这种种恐怖的现象给搅乱了，我觉得您这间屋子很阴沉很可怕。告别了，阁下。”
“再说一句话，只一句话，医生。我的处境本来已够可怕的了，经您这么一揭露，就更恐怖了。您撇下我走了，但这个可怜的老仆人死得这样突然，我怎么去对外人解释呢？”
“不错，”阿夫里尼先生说，“送我出去吧。”
医生先走了出去，维尔福先生跟在他后面；一群吓呆了的仆人聚集在走廊的楼梯口处，这是医生的必经之路。“阁下，”阿夫里尼对维尔福说，声音很响，使大家都能听得到，“可怜的巴罗斯近来的生活太平静了，他以前老是跟着他的主人车马劳顿地在欧洲东奔西走，而近来则始终只在那圈椅旁边侍候，这种单调的生活害死了他。他的血液太浓了，他的身体太胖了，他的脖子又短又粗，他这次是中风，我来得太迟了。顺便告诉您，”他压低了声音道，“注意把那杯堇菜汁倒在炉灰里。”
医生并没和维尔福握手，也没再多说一句话，就这样在全家人的哀泣和悲叹声中走了出去。当天晚上，维尔福的全体仆人聚集在厨房里，商量了很久，最后出来告诉维尔福夫人，说他们都要走了。任何恳求和增加工钱的提议也留不住他们了；不管你怎么说，他们一个劲地说：“我们是非走不可了，因为死神已经进了这座房子了。”他们终于全都走了，同时还表示他们很舍不得离开这样好的主人和主妇，尤其是瓦朗蒂娜小姐，这样好心、这样仁慈、这样温和。当他们说这几句话的时候，维尔福望着瓦朗蒂娜。她已成了一个泪人儿。
然后一件怪事发生了：在这一片哭泣声中，他也望了维尔福夫人一眼，他好象看见她那两片削薄的嘴唇上掠过了一个阴险的微笑，就象是在一个乌云四起的天空上从两片云中间倏地掠过的流星一般。
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frightful
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providence
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