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She declared that one Clap, a friend of her late husband, had come to her one day to say that a certain Charles, a manservant, had remarked to him, ``Boursier poisoned himself because he was tired of living. Called before the Juge d'instruction, Henri Clap and Charles had concurred in denying this. The accusation maintained that the whole attitude of Mme Boursier proved her a poisoner.
It was laudanum, and could only be given in a drink. He says he had no second drink. And by whom? The maid? He says he did not see the maid again." "Pardon me, M. le Juge, but do you not give too much credibility to the porter? For me, his evidence is tainted, and I hardly believe a word of it.
But as soon as all was explained, in French and English, to the satisfaction of ourselves and the juge d'instruction, the real Colonel shook hands with us in a most forgiving way, and informed us that he had more than once wondered, when he gave his name at shops in Paris, why it was often received with such grave suspicion.
Here we have a most interesting example of the way democracy strives after incompetence in matters judicial. Owing to the expense entailed by an appeal the jurisdiction of a juge de paix is very often final. He ought to be an instructed person with some knowledge of law and jurisprudence.
Isidore listened with a smile and replied: "Monsieur le Juge d'Instruction, you are very cruel. You make fun of poor schoolboys who amuse themselves as best they can. You are quite right, however, and I will give you no further reason to laugh at me." "The fact is that you know nothing, M. Isidore Beautrelet." "Yes, I confess in all humility that I know nothing.
She made other friends the porter and the English Colonel. I saw the last speaking to her. I spoke to her myself." "What can have become of her?" said the Judge. "Would M. le Juge like me to go in search of her? That is, if you have no more questions to ask, no wish to detain me further?" "We will consider that, and let you know in a moment, if you will wait outside."
"Name it, M. the Count," said the Juge d' Instruction, blandly. "We shall be happy to grant it if it lies within our power to do so." "Well, messieurs," said the Count of Monte-Cristo, stepping upon the platform and leaning on the Juge's desk, "it is simply this. The prisoner calling himself Peppino is in possession of certain details to which I attach considerable importance.
The old Judge's eyes brightened when he saw Charlotte in her short poppy-colored skirt, her arms bare to the elbow, running here and there in the garden paths gathering the flowers, and when he saw her approaching him with her huge bouquet, which she humbly presented to him with downcast eyes. "Monsieur le Juge, will you deign to accept this bouquet from your little friend Charlotte?"
«§ 450. La ville même de Cluse est bâtie sur le pied d'une montagne, dont la structure est très extraordinaire; on en juge mieux
Dundas' care, it appeared, while travelling from London to Paris, and without his knowledge, another packet being taken away to make room for this. Mr. Dundas replied to the Juge d'Instruction that his own packet, stolen from him on the journey, contained nothing but papers entirely personal, concerning himself alone.
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