"Father Busoni!" Caderousse exclaimed. Not knowing how this strange apparition could have entered when he'd bolted the doors, he dropped his keys and stood motionless and stupefied.
The count positioned himself between Caderousse and the window, cutting off the thief's only escape route.
"Father Busoni!" Caderousse repeated, fixing his haggard gaze on the count.
"Yes, undoubtedly, Father Busoni himself," Monte Cristo replied. "And I'm very glad you recognize me, dear Mr. Caderousse. It proves you have a good memory, since it must be about ten years since we last met."
This calmness from Busoni, combined with his irony and boldness, staggered Caderousse.
"Father, father!" he murmured, clenching his fists, his teeth chattering.
"So you would rob the Count of Monte Cristo?" the false priest continued.
"Reverend father," Caderousse murmured, trying to reach the window that the count pitilessly blocked. "Reverend father, I don't know... believe me... I swear..."
