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He answered the mother as he had answered the daughter. "It is not for you that I speak," said Madame Cormier. "I should not permit myself to give you advice; it is in placing myself at the point of view of my daughter that I, her mother, with the experience of my age, should watch over her future.
They will look well in my report and will prove that I pushed my investigations thoroughly." "One is a merchant in the Rue Truffant, and is called Monsieur Blanchet; the other is a young man just arrived from America, and his name is Monsieur Florentin Cormier." "You say Florentin Cormier?" the agent asked, who remembered this name was that of one who had seen Caffie on the day of the crime.
"I reached his house about a quarter to three, and I left about half-past three." "Did he give you the certificate for which you asked?" "Yes; here it is." And, taking it from his pocket, he presented it to the judge. It was a paper saying that, during the time that M. Florentin Cormier was his clerk, Caffie was entirely satisfied with him; with his work, as with his accuracy and probity.
"If you will accept a plate of soup, I have some of yesterday's bouillon, that Phillis did not find bad." But he did not accept, which hurt Madame Cormier. For a long time Saniel had been a sort of god to her, and since he had shown so much zeal regarding Florentin, the 'culte' was become more fervent. At last Phillis's step was heard. "What!
"If you will accept a plate of soup, I have some of yesterday's bouillon, that Phillis did not find bad." But he did not accept, which hurt Madame Cormier. For a long time Saniel had been a sort of god to her, and since he had shown so much zeal regarding Florentin, the 'culte' was become more fervent. At last Phillis's step was heard. "What!
Since the newspapers had spoken of the button, all was changed; the feeling of liberty and security had disappeared; the door was always closed, and when the bell rang they looked at each other in fear and with trembling. When Florentin opened the door, the table was set for dinner. "I was afraid something had happened to you," Madame Cormier said. "I was detained."
Timidly, Madame Cormier repeated her invitation, but he did not accept it, in spite of the tender glance that Phillis gave him. Would he be able to resist the pressure which from all sides at once pushed him toward the Rue Sainte Anne?
It was the express wagon. "See that they do not take what does not belong to us," Phillis said. "While they fill their wagon I will write in the parlor." At the end of an hour the wagon was ready. Madame Cormier entered the parlor to tell her daughter. "I have finished," Phillis said. Having placed her letter in an envelope, she laid it in full view on Saniel's desk. "Now let us go," she said.
Despite the importunities of Phillis, Madame Cormier, and Nougarede, and of all those which might arise, he would not be fool enough to confront the danger of a recognition in the room where this paralytic was confined at least, that was probable, for, after what had happened, he was certain of nothing but this recognition might take place elsewhere.
Madame Cormier took the letter that Phillis handed her, but the paper shook so violently in her trembling hand that she could not read. "Read it to me." Phillis took it and read "DEAR LITTLE SISTER: After listening to my story, the judge retains me. Soften for mamma the pain of this blow.
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