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A hundred persons, at least, were assembled around the prison-doors, standing there with open mouths and eager eyes; and the sentinels had much trouble in keeping them back. M. Folgat made his way through the crowd, and went in.
Folgat and Goudar saw it, rising in the centre of an immense garden, simple and pretty, with a double porch, a slate roof, and newly-painted blinds. "Great God!" exclaimed the detective, "what a place for a gardener!" And M. Folgat felt so keenly the man's ill-concealed desire, that he at once said, "If we save M. de Boiscoran, I am sure he will not keep this house."
"M. de Boiscoran's case would be a hundred times worse; for to his crime would now be added the odium of the meanest, vilest calumny." M. Folgat was following with the utmost attention. He said, "I am very glad to hear my honorable colleague give utterance to that opinion. We must give up all hope of delaying the proceedings, and let M. de Boiscoran go into court at once."
"I beg your pardon," said M. de Chandore, "we have to try to get the case handed over to another magistrate." M. Folgat shook his head. "Unfortunately, that is not to be dreamt of. A magistrate acting in his official capacity cannot be rejected like a simple juryman." "However" "Article 542 of the Criminal Code is positive on the subject." "Ah! What does it say?" asked Dionysia.
"Well, sir?" said one of these amiable friends, "your client, it seems, is running about nicely." "I do not understand," replied M. Folgat in a tone of ice. "Why? Don't you know your client has run off?" "Are you quite sure of that?" "Certainly. The wife of a workman whom I employ was the person through whom the escape became known.
It was the doctor's turn, now, to be amazed; and he actually forgot to trouble his gold spectacles. "Why? What did the countess say?" he asked. "I might tell you every word," replied M. Folgat, "and you would be none the wiser. You ought to have been here, and seen her, and heard her! What a woman!
"Make haste and bring her here." From the time when M. Folgat first hoped for this recovery of the servant-girl, he had made up his mind to make the most of her evidence. He had slipped a portrait of the Countess Claudieuse into an album of Dionysia's, amidst some thirty photographs.
When the lawyer had finished, he simply said, "Well?" "First of all," replied M. Folgat, "I should like to hear your opinion. Do you believe the statement made by M. de Boiscoran?" "Why not? I have seen much stranger cases than that." "Then you think, that, in spite of the charges brought against him, we must believe in his innocence?" "Pardon me, I think nothing at all.
"Then all is right," he said, "and I have only to ask you, my dear counsel, to tell Miss Dionysia that I must see her to-day, as soon as possible. I wish her to come accompanied by one of her aunts only. And, I beseech you, make haste." M. Folgat did hasten; so that, twenty minutes later, he was at the young lady's house. She was in her chamber.
"Now, if you want my incognito to be respected, you must get me a permit from the mayor, for Goudar, street-musician. I keep my name, because here nobody knows me. But I must have the permit this evening. Wherever I might present myself, asking for a bed, they would call for my papers." "Wait here for a quarter of an hour, there is a bench," said M. Folgat, "and I'll go at once to the mayor."
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