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Updated: May 21, 2025
The mayor asked: "What's the matter now, Mederic?" "I found a little girl dead in your wood." Renardet rose to his feet, his face the color of brick. "What do you say a little girl?" "Yes, m'sieu, a little girl, quite naked, on her back, with blood on her, dead quite dead!" The mayor gave vent to an oath: "By God, I'd make a bet it is little Louise Roque!
Then, in his turn, Mederic stopped and watched his flight with stupefaction. He saw the mayor reenter his house, and he waited still, as if something astonishing were about to happen. In fact, presently the tall form of Renardet appeared on the summit of the Fox's tower. He ran round the platform like a madman.
The man, knowing that the Mayor would not brook opposition, set forth again with hesitating steps, casting on the corpse indirect and timid glances. Distant voices arose under the trees, a confused sound, the noise of an approaching crowd; for Mederic had, in the course of his rounds carried the news from door to door.
The postman turned back, his face hard, his eye severe: "Enough of this, or else I'll repeat to the magistrate everything you have just said to me." Renardet stopped abruptly. It was all over. He turned back and rushed towards his house, running like a hunted animal. Then, in his turn, Mederic stopped, and watched this flight with stupefaction.
Renardet said to him: "Good-morrow, Mederic." "Good-morrow, Monsieur le Maire." "I say, Mederic, I threw a letter into the box that I want back again. I came to ask you to give it back to me." "That's all right, Monsieur le Maire you'll get it." And the postman raised his eyes. He stood petrified at the sight of Renardet's face.
However, there is the tower of Saint Jacques, the spire of Saint Mederic, and others too numerous to mention; and that is the Sainte Chapelle a marvel of beauty, so celebrated, you know, for its treasures and relics. All the houses in that direction are new and handsome, as you see; when I was a boy I used to play at hop-scotch where they now stand.
Mederic advanced now on tiptoe, as if he were afraid to make a noise, apprehended some danger, and he glanced towards the spot uneasily. What was this? No doubt, she was asleep. Then, he reflected that a person does not go to sleep thus naked, at half-past seven in the morning under cool trees. So then she must be dead; and he must be face to face with a crime.
The postman dashed into the kitchen, where the servants were taking breakfast, and exclaimed: "Is the mayor up? I want to speak to him at once." Mederic was recognized as a man of standing and authority, and they understood that something serious had happened. As soon as word was brought to Monsieur Renardet, he ordered the postman to be sent up to him.
His glance travelled across the meadows, and he perceived a blue spot in the path which wound alongside the Brindille. It was Mederic coming to bring letters from the town and to carry away those of the village. Renardet gave a start, a sensation of pain shot through his breast, and he rushed down the winding staircase to get back his letter, to demand it back from the postman.
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