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She would make her deposition in these conditions, and in these terms, and the affair would be finished. There would not be a judge, after this confrontation, who would send Florentin Cormier before the assizes, and, assuredly, there would not be two voices in the jury for conviction. But things will not happen like this.
We will make her comfortable; and although my nature is not very tender, I will try to replace him from whom she is separated. It will be a happiness to her to see you happy." For a long time he enlarged upon what he wished, feeling a sentiment of satisfaction in talking of what he would do for Madame Cormier, in whom at this time he saw the mother of Florentin more than that of Phillis.
Madame Cormier came from the kitchen in time to hear these few words, and if Florentin had not motioned to her to be silent, she would have betrayed herself. The words on her lips were: "You came to arrest my son!" They would have escaped her, but she crushed them back. "And can you tell me for what affair the judge summons me?" Florentin asked, steadying his voice. "For the Caffie affair."
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."
Therefore, if there was no struggle, there was no button torn off, and all the scaffolding of the police falls to the ground." Madame Cormier breathed a profound sigh of deliverance. "You see," she said to her son. "And the doctor's opinion is not the opinion of the first-comer, it is not even that of an ordinary physician.
Madame Cormier said, with a decision that was not in accordance with her habit or with her character. "Assuredly." "Am I not an example?" "Without doubt." "Then Florentin will be saved." "This is what we hope. I only caution you against an excess of joy by an excess of prudence. Nevertheless, it is probable Mademoiselle Phillis will settle this for us when she returns."
But suddenly he changed his mind, and decided to go to see her. The preceding year he attended Madame Cormier, who had been stricken with paralysis, and he could occasionally present himself at her house without appearing to call upon Phillis. It was easy to say that he was passing by, and wished to learn news of the patient whom he had cured. At nine o'clock he knocked at her door.
She would make her deposition in these conditions, and in these terms, and the affair would be finished. There would not be a judge, after this confrontation, who would send Florentin Cormier before the assizes, and, assuredly, there would not be two voices in the jury for conviction. But things will not happen like this.
It is there that I saw them yesterday morning when I went out, and I was petrified, red with shame, distracted, not knowing where to hide myself. 'Florentin Cormier, the assassin of the Rue Sainte-Anne. Is it not infamous that an innocent person should be thus dishonored? This was what I said to myself. Where did the paper get the photograph?
He did not hesitate; slowly, and with an air of indifference, he opened the door. He saw before him a man of about forty years, with a polite and shrewd face, dressed in a short coat, and wearing a flat hat. "Monsieur Florentin Cormier?" "I am he." And he asked him to come in. "The judge desires to see you at his office."
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