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Mind, especially, any incidents that may happen during the trial; for he has always some kind of surprise in reserve." "These are my adversaries," thought M. Galpin. "What surprise, I wonder, is there in store for me? Have they really given up all idea of using Cocoleu?"
M. de Boiscoran felt that kind of terror which the law inspires even in the best of men, when they find themselves suddenly accused of a crime. He turned pale, and then he said in a troubled voice, "What! A charge has been brought against me, and you, M. Galpin, come to my house to examine me?" "I am a magistrate, sir." "But you were also my friend.
"It is monstrous," he exclaimed, "to allow an idiot to charge an honorable man with such a crime! If he really saw M. de Boiscoran set the house on fire, and hide himself in order to murder me, why did he not come and warn me?" Mr. Galpin repeated the question submissively, to the great amazement of the mayor and M. Daubigeon. "Why did you not give warning?" he asked Cocoleu.
After having asked him his name, his first names, and his age, M. Galpin said, "What do you know?" The young man straightened himself, and with a marvellously conceited air, which set all the peasants a-laughing, he replied, "I was out that night on some little private business of my own. I was on the other side of the chateau of Boiscoran.
"How am I to go about to let M. de Boiscoran have your note? If he knew beforehand, it would be easy. But he is unprepared. And then he is just as suspicious as M. Galpin. He is always afraid lest they prepare him a trap; and he is on the lookout. If I make him a sign, I fear he will not understand me; and, if I make him a sign, will not M. Galpin see it? That man is lynx-eyed."
If he saw a letter coming to him in that way, from me, he is quite capable of handing it at once to M. Galpin." He paused, and after a moment's meditation he went on, "The safest way would probably be to win the confidence of M. Blangin, the keeper of the jail, or of some prisoner, whose duty it is to wait on M. de Boiscoran, and to watch him." "Trumence!" exclaimed Dionysia.
The magistrate, becoming impatient, pushed the servant aside, and, seizing the door-knob tried to open it; it was locked inside. But he lost no time in saying, "It is I, M. de Boiscoran: open, if you please!" "Ah, dear M. Galpin!" replied the voice cheerfully. "I must speak to you." "And I am at your service, illustrious jurist.
'Simply because your sense of humour is a bit off. What are you? 'I am Mr. Hugo's man. 'My respects. Mr. Galpin had arrived with Inspector Winter, and Inspector Winter had introduced him as knowing more about safes than any other man in England, or perhaps in Europe. After the introduction, Inspector Winter, being pressed for time, had departed. Mr.
Perhaps Cocoleu had never said what he was reported to have said. "The fact is," said one of the tenants at Valpinson, "that the poor devil, so to say, never sleeps, and that he is roaming about all night around the house and the farm buildings." This was a new light for M. Galpin; suddenly changing the form of his interrogatory, he asked Cocoleu, "Where did you spend the night?"
I was not thinking myself of running away. I was pretty well off in jail; winter is coming, I had not a cent; and I knew, that, if I were retaken, I should fare rather badly. But M. Jacques de Boiscoran had a notion to spend a night outside." "Mind what you are saying," M. Galpin broke in severely. "You cannot play with the law, and go off unpunished."
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