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"And I must say," added M. Magloire, "that according to M. de Boiscoran's statement, the countess, on that evening, had gone out by the laundry-door when she came to meet him." "What did I say?" exclaimed the doctor. And, wiping his glasses in a perfect rage, he added, "And the children! Does Mr.
When the ham and eggs of the housekeeper had been disposed of, M. Folgat said, "Now let us go back to business. Keep cool, my dear Anthony, and remember, that, unless we get the court to say that there is no case, your answers may become the basis of our defence. What were M. de Boiscoran's habits when he was here?" "When he was here, sir, he had, so to say, no habits.
As if the question had been addressed to some one else, he said coldly, "Will you please show us your hands, sir?" M. de Boiscoran's cheeks turned crimson; and his eyes assumed an expression of strange perplexity. "If this is a joke," he said, "it has perhaps lasted long enough." He was evidently getting angry. M. Daubigeon thought it better to interfere, and thus he said,
"In the meantime, I should go in search of this friend of M. de Boiscoran's, this Englishman, whose name he assumed; and the London police would aid me in my efforts. If that Englishman is dead, we would hear of it, and it would be a misfortune. If he is only at the other end of the world, the transatlantic cable enables us to question him, and to be answered in a week.
On the front-steps stood Master Anthony, M. de Boiscoran's own man, smoking his cigar in the bright sunlight, and overlooking the farm operations. He was a man of nearly fifty, still very active, who had been bequeathed to his new master by his uncle, together with his possessions. He was a widower now; and his daughter was in the marchioness' service.
"But will you not relieve us soon of this poor idiot, who is a heavy charge on our hospital? Why not send him back to his village, where he found his support before? We have quite a number of sick and poor, and very little room." "We must wait, sister, till M. de Boiscoran's trial is finished," replied the magistrate. The lady superior looked resigned, and said,
ATTORNEY-GENERAL. I allude to no one. M. MAGLOIRE. You might just as well say at once, that my friends as well as myself are all M. de Boiscoran's accomplices; and that we have employed him to rid us of a formidable adversary.
"You would let an innocent man be condemned, when by a single word you could remove the mistake of which he is the victim? You would say to yourself, 'It is unlucky; but I have sworn not to speak'? And you would see him with quiet conscience mount the scaffold? No, I cannot believe that! No, that cannot be true!" "I told you, madam, I believe in M. de Boiscoran's innocence."
We cannot explain to ourselves these singular answers given to the president's questions, nor does any one understand the silence observed by M. de Boiscoran's counsel. Do they abandon their client? No; for we see them go up to him, shake hands with him, and lavish upon him every sign of friendly consolation and encouragement.
In a few words she had told him all; and, when she asked his advice, he replied, "I am entirely of M. Folgat's opinion, and think that grief and isolation begin to have their effect upon M. de Boiscoran's mind." "Oh, that thought is maddening!" murmured the poor girl. "I think, as M. Magloire does, that M. de Boiscoran, by his silence, only makes his situation much worse. I have a proof of that.
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