Edmond began recounting his life. His voyages to India and the eastern diterranean, his final voyage where Captain Leclerc died and entrusted him with a package to deliver to an important governnt official. He described eting that official, who gave him a letter to deliver to soone nad Noirtier in Paris. He told of returning to Marseilles, reuniting with his father, his engagent to rcedes, and their wedding celebration, until his sudden arrest and imprisonnt.
When Edmond finished, the priest sat in thoughtful silence for a long ti.
Finally, he spoke. "There’s a useful principle that applies here. When trying to discover who committed a cri, first ask who would benefit from that cri. So, who would have gained from your disappearance?"
"No one! I was nobody important."
"Don’t say that. Everything is relative, my young friend. A king who stands in his successor’s way is just as much an obstacle as a worker who blocks his rival’s promotion. Everyone has their place in society’s hierarchy, and everyone faces competition and conflicting interests. Now, let’s apply this to your situation. You said you were about to beco captain of your ship?"
"Yes."
"And you were engaged to a beautiful young woman?"
"Yes."
"Could anyone have wanted to prevent either of these things from happening? Let’s start with the ship. Who might not have wanted you to beco captain?"
"I can’t believe anyone cared that much. The crew liked . If they could have chosen their own captain, I think they would have picked . There was only one person who disliked . We’d had an argunt, and I even challenged him to a fight, but he refused."
"Now we’re getting sowhere. What was his na?"
"Danglars."
"What was his job on the ship?"
"He handled the cargo and supplies."
"If you’d beco captain, would you have kept him in that position?"
"Not if I’d had a choice. I’d noticed "errors" in his financial records several tis."
"Perfect! Now tell , was anyone else present during your last conversation with Captain Leclerc?"
"No, we were alone."
"Could anyone have overheard you?"
"Possibly. The cabin door was open, and... wait. Now I rember, Danglars walked past just as Captain Leclerc was giving the package."
"Even better! Did you take anyone with you when you stopped at the island to deliver the package?"
"No one."
"And soone there gave you a letter in return?"
"Yes, the governnt official."
"What did you do with that letter?"
"Put it in my docunt case."
"You had a docunt case with you? How would a sailor carry sothing that large?"
"You’re right, I left it on the ship."
"So you didn’t put the letter in the case until you returned to the ship?"
"No."
"What did you do with the letter while traveling back to the ship?"
"I carried it in my hand."
"So when you boarded your ship, everyone could see you holding a letter?"
"Yes."
"Including Danglars?"
"Yes, including Danglars."
"Now, try to rember every detail about your arrest. Do you recall the exact wording of the accusation against you?"
"I read it three tis. It’s burned into my mory."
"Repeat it to ."
Edmond paused, then recited, "The prosecutor is inford by a loyal citizen that one Edmond Dantès, officer aboard the ship Pharaon, recently arrived from Smyrna after stopping at Naples and the island, has been entrusted by the exiled leader with a package for the usurper. Furthermore, the usurper gave him a letter for political conspirators in Paris. Proof can be obtained by imdiate arrest, as the letter will be found on his person, at his father’s house, or in his cabin aboard the Pharaon."
The priest shook his head. "It’s obvious. You must have been very trusting not to see through this conspiracy."
"You really think so? That would be horrible."
"What kind of handwriting did Danglars usually have?"
"Neat and flowing."
"And how was the anonymous accusation written?"
"Backwards, like soone writing with their wrong hand."
The priest smiled grimly. "Disguised, obviously."
"It was very bold writing for a disguise."
"Wait," the priest said, picking up his makeshift pen. He dipped it in ink and wrote the first few words of the accusation using his left hand on a piece of prepared fabric.
Edmond stared in shock. "That’s incredible! Your writing looks exactly like the accusation!"
"Simply because the accusation was written left-handed. I’ve noticed that while everyone’s right-handed writing is unique, left-handed writing tends to look similar."
"You see everything clearly."
"Let’s continue. Now for the second question."
"I’m listening."
"Was there anyone who wanted to prevent your marriage to rcedes?"
"Yes. A young man who loved her."
"His na?"
"Fernand."
"That sounds Spanish."
"He was from Catalonia."
"Do you think he could have written the letter?"
"No way. He would have just stabbed instead."
"That fits the Spanish character, they’ll commit murder without hesitation, but they won’t stoop to cowardly sches."
"Besides," Edmond added, "he didn’t know about the details ntioned in the letter."
"You never told anyone about your mission?"
"No one."
"Not even your fiancée?"
"Not even rcedes."
"Then it had to be Danglars."
"I’m certain of it now."
"Wait. Did Danglars know Fernand?"
"No... actually, yes. Now I rember, I saw them sitting together at a tavern the evening before my wedding. They were deep in conversation. Danglars seed to be joking around, but Fernand looked pale and upset."
"Were they alone?"
"There was a third man with them, soone I knew well. A tailor nad Caderousse, but he was very drunk. Wait! How strange that I never thought of this before! There were pens, ink, and paper on their table!"
"Is there anything else I can help you discover about your so-called friends’ betrayal?" the priest asked with bitter humor.
"Yes!" Edmond said eagerly. "You see so clearly into everything. Please explain how I never got a second hearing, was never put on trial, and was condemned without ever receiving an official sentence?"
"That’s a much more serious and complex matter," the priest replied gravely. "What we’ve discussed so far was child’s play compared to this. If you want to investigate the judicial conspiracy, you’ll need to give every detail you can rember."
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