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And throwing herself in his arms: "Knowing Caffie better than you do, I knew what his answer would be, and I did not wish you to be alone on your return. I made an excuse for not dining with mamma." "But this chicken?" "We must have a piece de resistance." "This fire, and these candles?" "There, that is the end of my economies.
They came to ask us for one, but you can imagine how I treated them, not knowing how anything good for us would result from such a disgrace." "And what is the result?" "The proof that it is not Florentin who was with Caffie at the moment when the assassination took place.
Then interrupting him: "Apropos of justice, you did not speak of Caffie the morning of your departure." "I was so preoccupied I had no time to think of Caffie." "Is it not curious, the coincidence of his death with the condemnation that we pronounced against him? Does it not prove exactly the justice of things?" "If you choose."
This button belonged to Florentin." "To your brother?" "Yes, to Florentin, who, the day of the crime, had been to see Caffie." "That is true; the concierge told the commissioner of police that he called about three o'clock." Phillis gave a cry of despair. "They know he was there? Then it is more serious than we imagined or believed."
Make every one go out, and shut the porte-cochere." On reaching the landing the commissioner stopped to look at the brown stain which, running under the door, spread over the tiling, as Caffie never had had a mat. "It is certainly a stain of blood," Saniel said, who stopped to examine it and dipped his finger in it. "Open the door," the commissioner said to the locksmith.
But these scruples and these fears were useless now; since Glady failed him, cost what it might and happen what would, he must go to this scamp for assistance. He knew that Caffie lived in the Rue Sainte-Anne, but he did not know the number. He had only to go to one of his patients, a wine-merchant in the Rue Therese, to find his address in the directory.
When they had all gone but Brigard, and Saniel was alone with him and Crozat, he stated his desire. "But is it the Caffie affair?" "Exactly." And he explained in detail the interest he felt in Florentin, the son of one of his patients, and also the situation of this patient. Brigard strongly recommended Nougarede, and described his recent successes before a jury.
I should, without doubt, fail in my examination, and I should only begin the law too late. I left France for America, where I hoped to find a good situation." "How long since your return?" "Three weeks." "And you went to see Caffie?" "Yes." "What for?" "To ask him for a recommendation to replace the one he gave me, which I had lost." "It was the day of the crime?" "Yes." "At what time?"
The clerk then counted them, and placing them in his portfolio took his leave. "Close the door when you go out," Caffie said, who was already seated in his arm-chair. "Do not be afraid." When the clerk was gone Caffie apologized for the interruption. "Let us continue our conversation, my dear sir.
And then, was it not likely that a scrupulous business man like Caffie would keep a record of the loans he made, and would not the absence of this one and the note be sufficient to awaken suspicion and to direct it to him? Decidedly, he only escaped one danger to fall into another. For a moment he was discouraged, but it did not go so far as weakness.
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