Chapter 27: The Story

Chapter 27. The Story First, sir,” said Caderousse, “you must make me a promise.” “What is that?” inquired the abbé. “Why, if you ever make use of the details I am about to give you, that you will never let anyone know that it was I who supplied them; for the persons of whom I am about to talk are rich and powerful, and if they only laid the tips of their fingers on me, I should break to pieces like glass.” “Make yourself easy, my friend,” replied the abbé. “I am a priest, and confessions die in my breast. Recollect, our