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But he kept strictly in retirement in his room at the Hotel de la Poste, where M. Galpin every day spent several hours in close conference with him. "It seems," said Mechinet in confidence to M. Folgat, "it seems they are preparing an overwhelming charge." The day after, Dionysia opened "The Sauveterre Independent," and found in it an announcement of the cases set down for each day,
Pushing M. Folgat violently back as he tried to disarm him, Cocoleu leaped into a corner of the court, and there, looking like a wild beast driven to bay, his eyes bloodshot, his mouth foaming, he threatened with his formidable knife to kill any one who should come near him. At the cries of M. Daubigeon and M. Galpin, the assistants in the hospital came rushing in.
How could all these circumstances have agreed so precisely if they had not been pre-arranged, and calculated beforehand? Our poor M. Daubigeon had tears in his eyes; and even that meddlesome fellow, Mechinet, the clerk, was quite overcome. M. Galpin was the only one who looked pleased; but then he was the magistrate, and he put the questions.
Without a word, M. de Boiscoran went into his dressing-room, followed by his servant, who carried him his clothes. M. Galpin was so busy dictating to the clerk the latter part of the examination, that he seemed to forget his prisoner. Old Anthony availed himself of this opportunity. "Sir," he whispered into his master's ear while helping him to put on his clothes. "What?" "Hush!
We came here very rarely, and only for a short time." "Never mind: what was he doing here?" "He used to rise late; he walked about a good deal; he sometimes went out hunting; he sketched; he read, for master is a great reader, and is as fond of his books as the marquis, his father, is of his porcelains." "Who came here to see him?" "M. Galpin most frequently, Dr.
"But it is a great secret; and, when one confesses, one does not like anybody else to hear it but the priest. Besides, I should like my deposition to be taken down in writing." Upon a sign made by M. Galpin, the gendarmes withdrew; and Mechinet took his seat at a table, with a blank sheet of paper before him. "Now we can talk," said Trumence: "that's the way I like it.
Dionysia spoke all this aloud, so loud that it seemed she wanted all the earth to hear what she was saying. "Ah! let me reassure you by a single word, madam," said M. Folgat. "We have not yet come to that. The sentence is not final." The Marquis de Boiscoran and M. de Chandore started. "What do you mean?" "An oversight which M. Galpin has committed makes the whole proceeding null and void.
You see, I was there when they fell upon M. de Boiscoran, asleep in his bed. Well, the very tone of his voice, as he cried out, 'Oh, my dear Galpin! told me that the man is not guilty." "Oh, sir," stammered Dionysia, "thanks, thanks!" "There is nothing to thank me for, madam; for time has only confirmed my conviction. As if a guilty man ever bore himself as M. de Boiscoran does!
Hence his obstinacy in opposing M. Galpin, hence the bitterness of his contradictions, and the rudeness with which he had requested the "gentlemen of the law" to leave the room in which his patient was lying. "For these devils," he said, "would kill one man in order to get the means of cutting off another man's head."
All his intelligence, all his sagacity and knowledge of the world, had been brought to bear upon this case, which he had made his own, so to say, by his almost passionate interest. He knew the tactics of the prosecution as well as M. Galpin himself, and he knew its weak and its strong side even better than M. Galpin.
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