Doctor D'Avrigny quickly revived the magistrate, who had collapsed and looked like a second corpse in that chamber of death.
"Oh, death is in my house!" Villefort cried out.
"Say, rather, crime!" the doctor replied sharply.
"Doctor D'Avrigny," Villefort's voice shook, "I cannot describe what I'm feeling right now. Terror, grief, madness..."
"Yes," D'Avrigny said with imposing calmness, "but I think it's time to act. It's time to stop this torrent of death. I can no longer keep these secrets to myself without seeing the victims avenged, without seeing society protected."
Villefort cast a haunted look around the room. "In my house," he murmured. "In my own house!"
"Come now, magistrate," D'Avrigny said firmly. "Show yourself to be a man. As someone who interprets the law, honor your profession by sacrificing your selfish interests to justice."
"You make me shudder, doctor. Are you talking about sacrifice?"
"I am."
"Do you suspect someone?"
