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The bed was no doubt a good one; but the idiot had taken off the mattress and the blankets, and lain down in his clothes on the straw bed. Thus the magistrate and the physician found him as they entered. He rose at their appearance; but, when he saw the gendarme, he uttered a cry, and tried to hide under the bed. M. Galpin ordered the gendarme to pull him out again.
And the proof of it is, that instead of running off, and going far away, I very quietly lay concealed at the Red Lamb, waiting for the sentence to be published. As soon as I heard what was done last night, I did not lose an hour, and surrendered at once to the gendarmes." In the meantime, M. Galpin had overcome his first amazement, and now broke out furiously, "This man is an impostor.
A. No: I had written to her." "Do you hear, Jacques?" cried M. Magloire. "Notice that M. Galpin takes care not to insist. He does not wish to rouse your suspicions. He has got you to confess, and that is enough for him." But, in the meantime, M. Folgat had found another paper. "In your sixth examination," he went on, "I have noticed this,
The next morning, as he crossed the streets, his carriage haughtier and stiffer than ever, his firmly-closed lips, and the cold and severe look of his eyes, told the curious observers that there must be something new. "M. de Boiscoran's case must be very bad indeed," they said, "or M. Galpin would not look so very proud." He went first to the commonwealth attorney.
A man may be a most upright magistrate, incapable of unfairness, and conscientious in fulfilling all his duties, and yet he is but a man. He has his interest at stake. He does not like the court to find that that there is no case. The great rewards are not always given to the lawyer who has taken most pains to find out the truth." "But M. Galpin was a friend of ours, sir."
Whether M. de Boiscoran is innocent or guilty, his family will never forgive you your interference. If he is guilty, they will blame you for having handed him over to justice: if he is innocent, they will blame you even more for having suspected him." M. Galpin hung his head as if to conceal his trouble. Then he asked, "And what would you do in my place?"
When it came fall and time for him to start, I managed in some way to have it ready. This man's name was Isaac Turner, about fifty years old, and said to be very respectable. He started out and traveled all over the state, but found every thing in the worst kind of shape. The men to whom Galpin had sold would not pay when they heard that he was dead. Mr.
M. Galpin turned to M. Daubigeon. "Then," he said to him, "the murder is the principal fact with which we have to do; and the fire is only an aggravating circumstance, the means which the criminal employed in order to succeed the better in perpetrating his crime." Then, returning to the count, he said, "Pray go on."
"Day before yesterday he did not look upon me as the cause of a great misfortune for him." M. Mechinet went on quite eagerly, "After leaving M. Gransiere, I went to the court-house, and there I head the great piece of news which has set all the town agog. Count Claudieuse is dead." M. Daubigeon and M. Galpin looked at each other, and exclaimed in the same breath, "Great God! Is that so?"
They had taken him out of his cell without warning; they had carried him to the court-house; and here he was confronted with Trumence, whom he thought he should never see again, and with the servant of the Countess Claudieuse. M. Galpin looked the picture of consternation; and M. Daubigeon, radiant with delight, bade him be of good hope. Hopeful of what? How? To what purpose?
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