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When they heard him use all those technical terms, they felt chilled through and through like the friends of a wounded man who hear the grating noise of the surgeon's knife. "My son's situation appears to you very serious, sir?" asked the marchioness in a feeble voice. "I said it was dangerous, madam." "You think, as M. Folgat does, that every day adds to the danger to which he is exposed?"
"And M. de Boiscoran has a copy of Cooper's novels in his prison?" asked M. Folgat. "Yes, sir. M. Mechinet told me so. As soon as Jacques found he was to be kept in close confinement, he asked for some of Cooper's novels, and M. Galpin, who is so cunning, so smart, and so suspicious, went himself and got them for him. Jacques was counting upon me."
"Hang the old original!" cried M. de Chandore before the doctor had left the passage. Then turning to M. Folgat, he added, "I must, however, confess that you received the great news which he brought rather coldly." "The very fact of the news being so very grave," replied the advocate, "made me wish for time to consider.
Why, you must study a matter before you can have an opinion." He smiled; and, looking at the young advocate, he said, "But why all these preliminaries? What do you want of me?" "Your assistance to get at the truth." The detective evidently expected something of the kind. After a minute's reflection, he looked fixedly at M. Folgat, and said,
It would be a mean, ignoble vengeance, you will say; but what was the offence? In his place, I dare say, I should do as he does." M. Folgat was thunderstruck. "But after that," he asked, "when you left the house?" Jacques passed his hand mechanically over his forehead, as if to gather his thoughts, and then went on, "After that I fled precipitately, like a man who has committed a crime.
But it was a dark night; the lady wore a thick veil; he had not been able to distinguish her features, and all he could say was that she looked above medium height. "It is always the same story," said Goudar. "But the wine-merchant ought to be best informed. If I were alone I would breakfast there." "I shall breakfast with you," said M. Folgat. They did so, and they did wisely.
"Mind," said the doctor again, shocked at their silence, "mind, I pray, that if my view is adopted, as I have every reason to hope, a new turn will be given to the whole case." Why yes! The ground of the accusation might be taken from under the prosecution; and that was what kept M. Folgat thinking.
If you were guilty, I should love you still; and you are innocent." Jacques breathed more freely. In his mother's voice he felt that she, at least, was sure of him. "And father?" he asked. There was a faint blush on the pale cheeks of the marchioness. "I shall see him to-morrow," she replied; "for I leave to-night with M. Folgat." "What! In this state of weakness?" "I must."
She struggles; she triumphs or succumbs alone." "Then the child and the governess have told us the truth?" "I am convinced of that." "So am I. Then she had no share in the murder of her husband?" "Alas!" M. Folgat did not notice that his "Alas!" was received by Dr. Seignebos with an air of triumph. He had taken off his spectacles, and, wiping them vigorously, he said,
She seemed to be terribly embarrassed. Still she did not dare to stop her daughter. 'Well, doctor, said the little girl, 'no sooner had the gentleman gone into the house than I saw one of the statues under the trees there come down from its pedestal, move on, and glide very quietly along the avenue of lime-trees." M. Folgat trembled.
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