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Updated: May 8, 2025
"Where did you get a gun?" "I I had taken it from the count to shoot birds: and I I have it still still. It is hid in the hole where Michael found me." Poor Dr. Seignebos could not stand it any longer. He suddenly pushed open the door, and, rushing into the court, he cried, "Bravo, Goudar! Well done!" At the noise, Cocoleu had started up.
Then Goudar asked, "Ah! you did not have such good wine to drink at Valpinson?" "Oh, yes!" replied Cocoleu. "But as much as you wanted?" "Yes. Quite enough." And, laughing with some difficulty, he stammered, and stuttered out, "I got got into the cellar through one of the windows; and I drank drank through through a a straw." "You must be sorry you are no longer there?" "Oh, yes!"
He wanted the two families, Chandore and Boiscoran, to employ all their influence to obtain that a commission of physicians from outside if possible, from Paris should be appointed to examine Cocoleu, and to report on his mental condition.
Perhaps Cocoleu had never said what he was reported to have said. "The fact is," said one of the tenants at Valpinson, "that the poor devil, so to say, never sleeps, and that he is roaming about all night around the house and the farm buildings." This was a new light for M. Galpin; suddenly changing the form of his interrogatory, he asked Cocoleu, "Where did you spend the night?"
"Then, gentlemen, it seems to me we are running no risk in trying to unmask an impostor." That was not the young lawyer's opinion. "To prove that Cocoleu knows what he says," he replied, "would be fatal, unless we can prove at the same time that he has told a falsehood, and that his evidence has been prompted by others. Can we prove that?
His progress in this respect was so marked, that some of the more cunning peasants began to suspect that Cocoleu was not so "innocent," after all, as he looked, and that he was cleverly playing the fool in order to enjoy life easily. "We have him at last," cried several voices at once. "Here he is; here he is!"
Of the statement of the idiot on the night of the fire, of the efforts made since to obtain from him a repetition of this evidence, of the report of the experts, of all this there was not a trace to be found. M. Galpin dropped Cocoleu. He had a right to do so. The prosecution, of course, only keeps those witnesses which it thinks useful, and drops all the others.
The country-people, who observe carefully and shrewdly, were not taken in; they will tell you, almost to a man, that Cocoleu is bad, but not an idiot. That is the truth. He has found out, that, by exaggerating his imbecility, he could live without work; and he has done it.
Instead of breaking out into recriminations, he replied in a tone of mock politeness, "Yes, I know. It is that poor devil to whom you have given a gendarme for a nurse. Let us go up: I am at your service." The room in which Cocoleu had been put was large, whitewashed, and empty, except that a bed, a table and two chairs, stood about.
And we require, above all, that these new experts should be qualified by knowledge and experience." Dr. Seignebos was quivering with excitement. He heard all his own ideas repeated in a concise, energetic manner. "Yes," he cried, "that is the way to do it! Let me have full power, and in less than a fortnight Cocoleu is unmasked."
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