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I do not give them up. Cocoleu is an impostor, and it shall be proved. I appear to notice him no longer; but, in reality, I watch him more closely than ever." Dionysia interrupted him, saying, "Before any thing is decided, there is one fact which you all ought to know. Listen."
But the magistrate did not seem to hear his words; and, turning to Cocoleu, he asked him, in a deeply agitated tone of voice "Did you see the gentleman?" "Yes." "Do you know who he is?" "Very very well." "What is his name?" "Oh, yes!" "What is his name? Tell us." Cocoleu's features betrayed the fearful anguish of his mind.
I did not like that. I would rather they should cut off his head than mine." He shuddered as he said this, so that Goudar, afraid of having gone rather too fast, took up his violin, and gave him a verse of his song to quiet him. Then accompanying his words still now and then with a few notes, and after having allowed Cocoleu to caress his bottle once more, he asked again,
In the proper course of the law, the sentence which condemned Jacques was declared null and void; and Cocoleu, found guilty of having committed the crime at Valpinson, was sentenced to hard labor for life. A month later Jacques de Boiscoran was married at the church in Brechy to Dionysia de Chandore. The witnesses for the bridegroom were M. Magloire and Dr.
Instead of coming, as he did every day before making the rounds, into the office of the sister-druggist, he went straight up to the room of the lady superior. There, after the usual salutations, he said, "They have no doubt brought you, my sister, last night, a patient, an idiot, called Cocoleu?" "Yes, doctor." "Where has he been put?"
But as he uttered these words he turned deadly pale, so pale, that his wife came close to him, and looked at him with a glance full of terrible anguish. "Well?" He made no reply. But at that moment such silence was so eloquent, that the countess felt sickened, and whispered to him, "Then Cocoleu was right, after all!" Not one feature of this dramatic scene had escaped M. Galpin's eye.
"But first of all we must find this unfortunate idiot." "You heard what M. Seneschal said: he has put the gendarmes on his track." Anthony made a face, and said, "If the gendarmes should take Cocoleu, Cocoleu must have given himself up voluntarily." "Why so?"
He wore those light gray trousers, which had been succcessively seen and recognized by Cocoleu, by Ribot, by Gaudry, and by Mrs. Courtois. "Now, sir," began M. de Boiscoran, with that slight angry tone of voice which shows that a man thinks a joke has been carried far enough, "will you please tell me what procures for me the honor of this early visit?" Not a muscle in M. Galpin's face was moving.
"It is monstrous," he exclaimed, "to allow an idiot to charge an honorable man with such a crime! If he really saw M. de Boiscoran set the house on fire, and hide himself in order to murder me, why did he not come and warn me?" Mr. Galpin repeated the question submissively, to the great amazement of the mayor and M. Daubigeon. "Why did you not give warning?" he asked Cocoleu.
"This is sheer nonsense!" cried the doctor, thus giving words to what they all seemed to feel. But M. Galpin had mastered his excitement. He said solemnly, "At the first sign of applause or of displeasure, I shall send for the gendarmes, and have the room cleared." Then, turning once more to Cocoleu, he said, "Since you saw M. de Boiscoran so distinctly, tell us how he was dressed."
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