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I like him still; and it distresses me to think of him in prison. I know that we had the most pleasant relations with each other, and that now they are broken off. And you, you complain! Am I the ambitious man? Do I want to have my name connected with a world-famous trial? M. de Boiscoran will in all probability be condemned. You ought to be delighted. And still you complain?
What would all these people say, who have heard Cocoleu's deposition, and the evidence given by the witnesses, if the inquiry were stopped? They would certainly say M. de Boiscoran was guilty, but that he was not held responsible because he was rich and noble. Upon my honor I believe him to be innocent.
"And how, indeed, could the law ever have expected to find the guilty man in one of the most magnificent chateaux of the country but for a direct intervention of Providence? "For the incendiary, the assassin, was actually there, at the Chateau Boiscoran.
"M. de Boiscoran's case would be a hundred times worse; for to his crime would now be added the odium of the meanest, vilest calumny." M. Folgat was following with the utmost attention. He said, "I am very glad to hear my honorable colleague give utterance to that opinion. We must give up all hope of delaying the proceedings, and let M. de Boiscoran go into court at once."
For after all, let us suppose, what can hardly be even supposed, you should prove that Jacques has told the truth, that he has been the lover of the countess. What would happen then? They arrest the countess. Do they release M. de Boiscoran on that account? Certainly not! They keep him in prison, and say to him.
C.C. Of course; for they are the same. P. Then you must have recognized the murderer. C.C. The fire was so large at that time, that it was as bright as daylight. I recognized M. Jacques de Boiscoran. There was, probably, in the whole vast audience assembled under that roof, not a heart that was not seized with unspeakable anguish when these crushing words were uttered.
"If I were to offer you ten thousand francs?" "A year's income." "If I offered you fifteen thousand!" Goudar made no reply; but his eyes spoke. "It is a most interesting case, this case of M. de Boiscoran," continued M. Folgat, "and such as does not occur often. The man who should expose the emptiness of the accusation would make a great reputation for himself."
"If your ambition is really what you say, my dear, Goudar," said M. Folgat, interrupting him, "you may be able to leave your profession very soon if you succeed in saving M. de Boiscoran." "He would give me his house in Vine Street?" "With all his heart!" The detective looked up, and repeated slowly, "The house in Vine Street, the paradise of this world.
"And what did you see?" The brow of the old servant grew still darker, as he replied sadly, "I saw that I had done well to keep silent. The lock is black. Master must have used his gun since I cleaned it." Grandpapa Chandore and M. Folgat exchanged looks of distress. One more hope was lost. "Now," said the young lawyer, "tell me how M. de Boiscoran usually charged his gun."
M. Galpin remained standing in the centre of the room, trying to see every thing in it, and to fix it in his memory, down to the smallest details. The prevailing disorder showed clearly how hastily M. de Boiscoran had gone to bed the night before. His clothes, his boots, his shirt, his waistcoat, and his straw hat lay scattered about on the chairs and on the floor.
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