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Count Claudieuse came to his assistance, saying, "I really think it might be dangerous to question Cocoleu." But the magistrate was master of the situation, and conscious of all the powers conferred upon him by the laws of France in such cases. "I must beg, gentlemen," he said, in a tone which did not allow of any reply, "I must beg to be permitted to act in my own way."
"Doctor," broke in the commonwealth attorney, "doctor, you are not thinking of what you say." "I do think of it, I assure you" But he was once more interrupted, and this time by Count Claudieuse, who said, "For my part, I admit all the arguments brought up by the magistrate. But, above all probabilities, I put a fact, the character of the accused.
Will you let me perish, Genevieve, when you know I am innocent? "JACQUES." "Is that enough?" he asked, handing the lawyer the note. "Yes; and I promise you I will see the Countess Claudieuse within the next forty-eight hours." Blangin was becoming impatient; and the two advocates had to leave the prison.
If it is not I who fired at Count Claudieuse, and set Valpinson on fire, who is it? 'Where were you, they ask me, 'at the time of the murder? Where was I? Can I tell it? To clear myself is to accuse others. And if I should be mistaken? Or if, not being mistaken, I should be unable to prove the truthfulness of my accusation?
I shall live with my husband, whom I have betrayed; with daughters, one of whom That cannot be, Jacques. "I had a fit of courage. "'Still, I said, 'I may have to marry. What would you do? "'Oh! very little, she replied. 'I should hand all your letters to Count Claudieuse."
The poor idiot had lost the habit of privation: he had forgotten how to go from door to door, asking for alms; and he would have perished, if his good fortune had not led him to knock at the door of the house at Valpinson. Count Claudieuse and his wife were touched by his wretchedness, and determined to take charge of him.
Well, no, it is not. I am here!" An expression of unspeakable horror contracted the beautiful features of the countess. She said, "This is monstrous!" "Monstrous indeed!" "Murderer! Incendiary!" He burst out laughing, a strident, convulsive, terrible laughter. "And you," he said, "you call me so?" By one great effort the Countess Claudieuse recovered her energy. "Yes," she replied, "yes, I do!
After a moment's silence, for his breath was giving out, and after a few steps across his cell, he went on in a bitter tone of voice, "But why trouble you with all these details, Magloire? Would you believe me any more than you do now, if I were to enumerate to you all my meetings with the Countess Claudieuse, or if I were to repeat all her most trifling words?
Count Claudieuse and his wife had installed themselves, the day after the fire, in Mautrec Street. The house which the mayor had taken for them had been for more than a century in the possession of the great Julias family, and is still considered one of the finest and most magnificent mansions in Sauveterre. In less than ten minutes Dr. Seignebos and M. Folgat had reached the house.
He will tell what he saw and what he heard. He will tell how Count Claudieuse called out to M. de Boiscoran, 'No, I do not want to kill you! I have a surer vengeance than that: you shall go to the galleys." Dr. Seignebos sadly shook his head as he said, "I hope your expectations may be realized, my dear sir." But they came again for the doctor the third time to-day.
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