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M. Galpin had made inquiries; and one of his Paris friends had written to him, "Mistrust Folgat. He is a far more dangerous logician than Lachant, and possesses the same skill in troubling the consciences of jurymen, in moving them, drawing tears from them, and forcing them into an acquittal.
"That is so!" replied the old gentleman and M. Folgat. Dr. Seignebos was triumphant. Gesticulating, and continually handling his spectacles, he added, "You see I have learnt to mistrust appearances; and hence I had my misgivings from the beginning. I watched the Countess Claudieuse the night of the fire; and I saw that she looked embarrassed, troubled, suspicious.
They dressed absolutely alike, as they had done now for forty years, preferring neutral colors and modest fashions, such as suited their simple taste. They were crying bitterly at that moment; and M. Folgat felt instinctively that there was no sacrifice of which they were not capable for their beloved niece's sake. "Poor Dionysia!" they whispered.
"But, madam, M. de Boiscoran pledges himself to the most perfect secrecy." "Secrecy in what? In your cowardly insults, your abominable plots, of which this, no doubt, is but a beginning?" M. Folgat turned livid under this insult. "Ah, take care, madam," he said in a hoarse voice: "we have proof, absolute, overwhelming proof."
Master said, 'About five days ago. You hear, I say, five days. Thereupon, that man, Galpin, puts the gun down, without looking at the barrels." "Well?" asked M. Folgat. "Well, sir, I Anthony I had the evening before I say the evening before cleaned the gun, washed it, and" "Upon my word," cried M. de Chandore, "why did you not say so at once?
Our court-house here in Sauveterre has at various times reechoed the words of almost all our great masters of forensic eloquence. We have heard Berryer, Dufaure, Jules Favre, and others; but, even after these illustrious orators, M. Folgat still succeeds in astonishing and moving us deeply.
He could not but have a powerful influence, therefore, not on judges who came into court with well-established opinions, but with jurymen who are under the influence of the moment, and may be carried off by the eloquence of a speech. It is true, M. Magloire did not possess that burning eloquence which thrills a crowd, but M. Folgat had it, and in an uncommon degree.
"What do you mean to do?" "I shall go and see the Countess Claudieuse. I shall tell her" "Oh!" "You do not think she will deny it to my face? When I once have her under my eye, I shall make her confess the crime of which I am accused." M. Folgat had promised Dr. Seignebos not to mention what Martha and her governess had said; but he felt no longer bound to conceal it.
When thus formally introduced, M. Folgat bowed, and said, "I am all hope. But I think with Miss Chandore, that we must go to work without losing a second. Before I can decide, however, upon what is to be done, I must know all the facts." "Unfortunately we know nothing," replied M. de Chandore, "nothing, except that Jacques is kept in close confinement." "Well, then, we must try to find out.
And Jacques had imagined and strongly maintained that Suky would not know any thing, in fact, could not know any thing! "But did you ever see this lady?" asked M. Folgat. "As well as I see you." "Would you recognize her?" "Among thousands." "And if you saw her portrait?" "I should know it at once." M. Folgat handed her the album. "Well, look for her," he said.
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