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To-morrow I shall give instructions to Doctor Gendron to proceed at once to an exhumation and autopsy of the late master of Valfeuillu." "And you may be sure that I shall find the poison," chimed in the doctor. "Very well," resumed M. Domini. "But does it necessarily follow that because Monsieur Tremorel poisoned his friend to marry his widow, he yesterday killed his wife and then fled?
This change could not have been caused by the task in which he had been engaged. Of course it was a painful one; but M. Gendron was one of those experienced practitioners who have felt the pulse of every human misery, and whose disgust had become torpid by the most hideous spectacles. He must have discovered something extraordinary.
While he was performing this painful operation I told the story of the duel to the company, concealing the anguish I was enduring. What a power vanity exercises on the moral and physical forces! If I had been alone I should probably have fainted. As soon as the empiric Gendron was gone, the palatin's surgeon came in and took charge of the case, calling Gendron a low fellow.
Its force had been arrested by a metal button on my waistcoat, and it had only inflicted a slight wound on my stomach close to the navel. However, there it was and it had to be extracted, for it pained me extremely. An empiric named Gendron, the first surgeon my servants had found, made an opening on the opposite side of my hand which doubled the wound.
Gendron, seated next each other, were talking of the illness which carried off Sauvresy. M. Courtois listened to the hubbub without. The news of the double murder was soon noised about the neighborhood, and the crowd increased every minute. It filled the court, and became bolder and bolder; the gendarmes were overwhelmed. Then or never was the time for the mayor to show his authority.
Gendron with anxious attention, and the contraction of his face showed the travail of his mind. "It seems to me now possible," said he, "to determine how and where the countess was struck." The doctor had covered the body, and Plantat had replaced the lamp on the little table. Both asked M. Lecoq to explain himself. "Very well," resumed the detective.
"Now," responded the detective, "with the certainty that something besides booty might have been the object of the search, I am not far from thinking that the guilty man is he whose body is being searched for the Count Hector de Tremorel." M. Plantat and Dr. Gendron had divined the name; but neither had as yet dared to utter his suspicions.
Two days were spent by Jack and his companions in the cave. During that time the guerrillas treated them brutally, and gave them hardly sufficient food to keep them from starving. Gendron was particularly bitter against Jack, and insulted our hero upon every possible occasion. "If I was the doctor I'd blow your head off, and get that money for myself," he said once.
"I know that Sauvresy's body was not cold," said he, "before his murderers began to threaten each other with death." "Unhappily for them," observed Dr. Gendron, "Sauvresy had foreseen the probability of his widow's using up the rest of the vial of poison." "Ah, he was shrewd," said M. Lecoq, in a tone of conviction, "very shrewd."
Doctor Gendron, with whom you served, was praising your cleverness a moment ago." The bone-setter shuddered, not so imperceptibly as to escape Plantat, who continued: "Yes, the good doctor said he never had so intelligent an assistant. 'Robelot, said he, 'has such an aptitude for chemistry, and so much taste for it besides, that he understands as well as I many of the most delicate operations."
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