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According to our plan the confrontation would be the means of setting me free at once. I was conveyed to the house in the Rue de Grammont, and here I was kept waiting for some little time while the juge d'instruction went in to prepare M. le Marquis, who was still far from well. Then I was introduced into the sick-room.
He had been in the thick of it all the afternoon! He had examined it, interrogated them like a juge d'instruction, winnowed it, sifted it. And what was it all? An attempt by these wretched priests and noblesse to revive in the nineteenth century the age of electricity and Pullman cars a miserable mediaeval legend of an apparition, a miracle!
"She has just driven off, and monsieur your friend has gone posting after her." "Splendid man!" Charles cried. "Marvillier was quite right. He is the prince of detectives!" We hailed a couple of fiacres, and drove off, in two detachments, to the juge d'instruction.
Good Heavens!" cried the detective, as he dragged his powerful magnifying glass out of his pocket and applied it to the spot. "Look, M. le Juge," he added, after a long and minute examination. "What say you?" "It has that appearance. Only medical evidence can positively decide, but I believe it is blood." "Now we are on the right track, I feel convinced. Some one fetch a ladder."
Helas! cher Monsieur; je n'ai pas de consolation a vous offrir; je ne puis que vous assurer de ma profonde sympathie. Je juge de ce que vous devez souffrir par ce que je ressentirais a votre place. Mon coeur est avec le votre. From Lord Clarendon January 11th.
"Have I done so, M. le Juge?" answered the General, with the utmost courtesy, as he threw away his half-burned cigarette. "No, no. I do not imply that in the least. I only entreat you, as a good and gallant gentleman, to meet us in a proper spirit and give us your best help." "Indeed, I am quite ready.
I shivered. "We were speaking of the scene with the Juge d'Instruction," I reminded him. "You have wandered from the point again." "There are so many points all sharp as swords for those they may pierce. Well, the important question was in relation to a letter yes. But the letter was not from you, Mademoiselle.
"Answer me ah, you cannot answer!" teasingly added the Judge, who loved his Clerk of the Court, and had great amusement out of his discomfiture. "You are convicted. At an age when a man should be settling down, you are gallivanting with the wife of a philosopher." "Monsieur monsieur le juge!" protested M. Fille with slowly heightening colour. "I am innocent, yes, altogether.
After bringing about the appointment of a certain "juge de paix" at Beaumont and also at Isle-Adam, he had, in the same year, prevented the dismissal of a keeper-general of the Forests, and obtained the cross of the Legion of honor for the first cavalry-sergeant at Beaumont. Consequently, no festivity was ever given among the bourgeoisie to which Monsieur and Madame Moreau were not invited.
Then a little old woman, her face wrinkled like a vine leaf, but still fresh and laughing, her head crowned by a cap with wide black ribbons, appeared on the threshold and disappeared again, murmuring: "What? Is it possible? Monsieur le Juge!" "My good people," said Mr. Zacharias, "truly you do me too much honor I hope "
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