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Yet, according to your contention, he must have known of it in advance. How do you account for that?" "Mademoiselle would make a famous juge d'instruction." "That does not answer my argument." "How is one to answer it? Who knows how Duchemin discovered the theft before the ladies of the château did?" "Do you know what you make me think? That he was not as innocent as you assert."
"I know; and in a Juge d'Instruction it is very embarrassing. Let us walk on." Half-way between the gate and the villa a second carriage-road struck off to the left, and at the entrance to it stood a young, stout man in black leggings. "The chauffeur?" asked Hanaud. "I will speak to him." The Commissaire called the chauffeur forward.
A huissier took in my note, and another excellent one from the friend who was with me, F. D. The huissier returned presently, holding my papers out to me at arm's length "The Grand Juge knows nothing of this matter."
Tell me all about Deschamps' jealousy of your mistress; make a full confession, and I will see what can be done for you." She put her thin lips together. "No," she replied in a sharp staccato. "I have done what I have done, and I will answer only the juge d'instruction." "Better think twice." "Never. It is a trick you wish to play on me." "Very well." I went to the door, and opened it wide.
The company was complex. At a table opposite me sat the juge inferieur and the daughter of the Chinese cook at the Hotel Central, a smart, slender woman with burning eyes, and with them, in full uniform, were two French civil officials, who wore, as customary, clothes like soldiers. One unfamiliar with their regalia might mistake, as I did, a pharmacist for an admiral.
"About monsieur le juge?" asked M. Fille rather stiffly. "For instance about what?" "For instance, about a man not Jean Jacques." The lips of the Clerk of the Court tightened. "Never at any time till now, monsieur le juge." "Ah till now!" The Clerk of the Court blushed.
"About monsieur le juge?" asked M. Fille rather stiffly. "For instance about what?" "For instance, about a man not Jean Jacques." The lips of the Clerk of the Court tightened. "Never at any time till now, monsieur le juge." "Ah till now!" The Clerk of the Court blushed.
This was the working hypothesis which the Juge d'Instruction had formed within himself to account for the general conduct and proceedings of the person under examination. "Where is whose body?" asked Maitland, in unspeakable surprise. "Buchanan," said the Juge d'Instruction. Justice is not deceived by your falsehoods, nor eluded by your subterfuges. She is calm, stern, but merciful.
Then the fair juge d'instruction, wrapped to the neck in blue silk, and looking prettier than ever, propped herself upon the pillows and opened the court. "Captain Rouille," ordered she in French, "please tell these others why you came to my bedroom." I regret to record that Marie and the other girl looked towards one another and sniggered. The patron lifted up his hands in amazement.
Those beautiful stripes of rye, barley, corn, and wheat up yonder in the fields, that melt into one another like sea-tones down here on the benches before the juge de paix what quarrels, what hatreds, what evil passions these few acres of land have brought their owners, facing each other here like so many demons, ready to spring at the others' throats!
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