Monsieur. I come from the Thomson and French company I'd like to inform you that I've paid some of your debts. How how much do I owe your company? asked Morrel, white-faced. He had no idea that he was in fact talking to his old friend Edmond Dantes. 300,000 francs. I don't think you'll be able to repay me. said Wilmore. No, Monsieur. I haven't got the money Just then a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl ran in. crying. Father! Bad news! The Pharaon is lost!' Morrel looked at her in horror. And the captain, Julie? The men? Are they all safe?' Yes, all safe, but the ship was wrecked in a storm and the cargo is lost!' Morrel put his head in his hands. Thank God the men are safe! But I'm ruined! The Englishman stepped forward. Let me give you three months to find the money, Monsieur' he said. "I'll be back here at 11 o'clock on September 5th, for you to pay me what you owe me. You're very kind. Monsieur," said Morrel. On his way out, the stranger met Julie on the stairs. and said to her. you'll get a message from someone called Sinb the Sailor. Do what the message tells you. Promise me. I promise, Monsieur," said Julie. wonderingly