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"Permit yourself, doctor," he said. "This argument of Cocoleu's imbecility is one which you have pleaded from the beginning, and which appeared to you, you said, so conclusive, that there was no need of looking for any other." Before the doctor could find an answer, M. Folgat went on, "Let it be, on the contrary, established that Cocoleu really knows what he says, and all is changed.
And, when he had shown the advocate into his study, he asked, "And now what do you think of your adventure?" M. Folgat looked completely undone. "I cannot understand it," he murmured. "Could it be possible that the countess should have tutored the child to say what she told us?" "No." "And her governess?" "Still less. A woman of that character trusts nobody.
The taking the ribbon of the Legion of Honor from his buttonhole, he handed it to M. Folgat, saying "Keep this in memory of me, and if I never regain the right to wear it" In the meantime, however, the gendarmes, whose duty it was to guard the prisoner, had risen; and the sergeant said to Jacques, "We must go, sir. Come, come! You need not despair. You need not lose courage. All is not over yet.
The Baron de Chandore was not a baby, as he liked to call it. Deeply interested as he was, he got up, and said, "I want to take a little fresh air." And he went out, understanding very well that his being Dionysia's grandfather might keep Anthony from telling the truth. "That is a sensible man," thought M. Folgat. Then he added aloud, "Now we are alone, my dear Anthony, you can speak frankly.
He had paid a fearful penalty for what, in the eyes of so many men, is but a trifling wrong. When they reached the street in which the Chandores lived, M. Folgat said to his client, "They do not expect you, I am sure. Go slowly, while I go ahead to prepare them."
Day by day the interest in the trial became deeper; and all who were in any way connected with it were watched with great curiosity. Everybody wanted to know what they were doing, what they thought, and what they had said. They saw in the absence of the Marquis de Boiscoran an additional proof of Jacques's guilt. The continued presence of M. Folgat also created no small wonder.
"O Jacques!" she said, "how glad I am you counted upon me!" and, without noticing how utterly Mechinet seemed to be surprised, she wrote, "We are sure of your innocence, Jacques, and still we are in despair. Your mother is here, with a Paris lawyer, a M. Folgat, who is devoted to your interests. What must we do? Give us your instructions. You can reply without fear, as you have our book.
"Yes," added the other old lady, "if all Sauveterre thinks Jacques guilty, let them also say, 'His own friend has become his judge." M. Folgat shook his head, and said, "I must have more minute information. The marquis mentioned to me a M. Seneschal, mayor of Sauveterre." M. de Chandore looked at once for his hat, and said, "To be sure!
Count Claudieuse and his wife had installed themselves, the day after the fire, in Mautrec Street. The house which the mayor had taken for them had been for more than a century in the possession of the great Julias family, and is still considered one of the finest and most magnificent mansions in Sauveterre. In less than ten minutes Dr. Seignebos and M. Folgat had reached the house.
"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."
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