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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Your boots there at the foot of the bed speak against you. Where does the mud come from with which they are covered?" "The meadows around Boiscoran are very wet." "Do not attempt to deny it. You have been seen there." "But" "Young Ribot met you at the moment when you were crossing the canal." M. de Boiscoran made no reply. "Where were you going?" asked the magistrate.
Everybody in the neighborhood will tell you that I never went out without a gun. P. And on your return, why did you go through the forest of Rochepommier? A. Because, from the place where I was on the road, it was probably the shortest way to Boiscoran. I say probably, because just then I did not think much about that.
"He dined as usual with a good appetite; then he went up stairs and remained there for an hour. When he came down, he had a letter in his hand, which he gave to Michael, our tenant's son, and told him to carry it to Sauveterre, to Miss Chandore." "Yes. In that letter, M. de Boiscoran told Miss Dionysia that he was retained here by a matter of great importance." "Ah!"
M. Galpin was dumfounded. "It is enough to make one mad," he murmured. "Do you begin to see how that M. Folgat was right when he said the case was far from being so clear as you pretended?" "Ah! who would not have been deceived as I was? You yourself, at one time at least, were of my opinion. And yet, if the Countess Claudieuse and M. de Boiscoran are both innocent, who is the guilty one?"
'It was half-past eight, says Ribot, 'when M. de Boiscoran crossed the canal at the Seille swamps. He might, therefore, have easily reached Valpinson at half-past nine. At that hour the crime had not yet been committed. When was he seen returning home? Gaudry and the woman Courtois have told you the hour, after eleven o'clock.
Jacques de Boiscoran was a prisoner, to be kept in close confinement. The Paris house of the Boiscoran family, No. 216 University Street, is a house of modest appearance. The yard in front is small; and the few square yards of damp soil in the rear hardly deserve the name of a garden. But appearances are deceptive.
To the portrait drawn by the prosecuting attorney, I shall simply oppose the answer given by the venerable priest of Brechy. What did he tell you? M. de Boiscoran is the best and most honorable of men. There is the truth; they wish to make him out a political intriguant. He had, it is true, a desire to be useful to his country. But, while others debated, he acted.
"Are you never alone with M. de Boiscoran?" "Never for an instant, madam. I only go in with the magistrate, and I come out with him. You will say, perhaps, that in leaving, as I am behind, I might drop the note cleverly. But, when we leave, the jailer is there, and he has good eyes. I should have to dread, besides, M. de Boiscoran's own suspicions.
But she did not draw her hand from her muff to offer it to me; and, without giving me time to apologize for the delay, she said in a dry tone, "'When did you reach Boiscoran? "'Last night. "'How childish you are! she exclaimed, stamping her foot. 'Last night! "'And was he not surprised to see you drop from the clouds at this time of the year?
But mistrust challenges suspicion; and, when you take the greatest precautions, you are most likely to be watched. You want to hide, and you are discovered. You see nobody; but they see you. "If I were charged with the defence, I should commence to-morrow a counter-investigation. We have money, the Marquis de Boiscoran has influential connections; and we should have help everywhere.
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