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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.
Seignebos; "and the proof of it is, that I know who is guilty." "Oh!" "And you will know too, if you will take the trouble of following me, with M. Galpin, to the hospital." It was just striking one; and not one of them all had eaten any thing that morning. But they had no time to think of breakfast. Without a shadow of hesitation, M. Daubigeon turned to M. Galpin, and said,
M. Galpin, who, at first, was all doubt and anxiety, is now quite reassured. The attorney-general has written him a letter, in which he compliments his energy." "And then." "Then we must induce M. de Boiscoran to speak. I know very well that he is firmly resolved not to speak; but if you were to write to him, since you can write to him" "A letter would be useless." "But" "Useless, I tell you.
"You are afraid, dear sir," he had said to himself. And as M. Galpin repeated the injunction, adding that the honor of justice required the utmost courtesy when rigor was not to be employed, the old clerk replied very gravely, "Oh! be reassured, sir. I shall not be wanting in courtesy." But, as soon as the magistrate turned his back, Mechinet laughed aloud.
The hands of the clock could be plainly seen to move, and its ticking was furiously rapid. Mr. Galpin made a calculation on his dazzling cuff. 'In three-quarters of an hour the clock will have run out, he informed his audience, 'and you will be able to open any locks that you've got keys for. I shall call to-morrow morning, young man, for the swag.
But M. Galpin knew his former friend, and had too high an opinion of his mind, not to fear that there was something serious beneath his obstinate silence. What was it? A clever falsehood? a cunningly-devised alibi? Or witnesses bribed long beforehand? M. Galpin would have given much to know. And it was for the purpose of finding it out sooner, that he had given the permission.
For a minute or so M. Galpin kept silent, thinking whether he had forgotten any thing. Then he asked suddenly, "How far is it from here to Valpinson?" "Three miles, sir," replied Anthony. "If you were going there, what road would you take?" "The high road which passes Brechy." "You would not go across the marsh?" "Certainly not." "Why not?"
"I don't guess riddles," replied the physician coarsely. "Ah, have a care, sir!" said M. Galpin. "Justice, whom I here represent, has the right and the means to enforce respect. You are a physician, sir; and your science is able to answer my question with almost mathematical accuracy." The physician laughed, and said, "Ah, indeed! Science has reached that point, has it? Which science?
To be sure, M. Galpin had done nothing contrary to law; but he had violated the spirit of the law. Having once summoned courage to begin proceedings against his friend, he had not been able to remain impartial. Afraid of being charged with timidity, he had exaggerated his severity.
As M. Folgat uttered these words, Jacques had gradually recovered his bearing; and now he said, "Upon my honor, sir, I promise you I will hold out to the bitter end." "Well!" said M. Magloire, "very well!" "First of all," replied M. Folgat, "I mean to recommence, for our benefit the investigation which M. Galpin has left incomplete. To-night your mother and I will leave for Paris.
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