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Left to himself, although the evening was far advanced, M. Patrigent continued to busy himself with the case, and to arrange that the rest of the depositions should be made. This case had actually taken possession of his mind; it was, at the same time, puzzling and attractive. It seemed to be surrounded by a cloud of mystery, and he determined to penetrate and dispel it.
"Not being guilty, monsieur, I had nothing to reflect upon." "Ah, I see the prison has not been a good counsellor; you forget that sincerity and repentance are the first things necessary to obtain the indulgence of the law." "I crave no indulgence, monsieur." M. Patrigent looked vexed, and said: "What would you say if I told you what had become of the three hundred and fifty thousand francs?"
All the efforts made to discover him proved fruitless." The judge stopped a moment as if to give Prosper time for reflection, and then slowly said: "And this is the woman whom you made your companion, the woman for whom you robbed the bank!" Once more M. Patrigent was on the wrong track, owing to Fanferlot's incomplete information.
The judge stopped to consult a little memorandum lying on his desk. Prosper, who followed attentively his every movement, began to be hopeful, saying to himself that never would a man so unprejudiced have the cruelty to send him to prison again. After finding what he looked for, M. Patrigent resumed the examination. "Where do you live?" "At No. 39, Rue Chaptal, for the last four years.
On the other hand, he gave biographical details, very minute indeed, of Prosper and Mme. Gypsy, which he had collected from various quarters during the day. As he progressed the conviction of M. Patrigent was strengthened. "This young man is evidently guilty," he said.
M. Patrigent, who was a profound observer of human nature, had contrived the interview between M. Bertomy and his son. He was sure that between the father, a man of such stubborn honor, and the son, accused of theft, an affecting scene would take place, and this scene would completely unman Prosper, and make him confess.
To triumph over the obstinate defence of a prisoner who shuts himself up in absolute denial as if in a fortress, valid proofs are needed. These weapons M. Patrigent was busily preparing. If Prosper had remained a little longer in the gallery, he would have seen the same bailiff who had called him come out to the judge's office, and cry out: "Number three."
"No: the word had been changed the day before; and its peculiarity struck me." "What was it?" "Gypsy, g, y, p, s, y," said the banker, spelling the name. M. Patrigent wrote down this name. "One more question, monsieur: were you at home the evening before the robbery?"
While Sigault was writing down these answers, M. Patrigent was racking his brain to imagine what could have occurred between M. Bertomy and his son, to cause this transformation in Prosper. "One more thing," said the judge: "how did you spend the evening, the night before the crime?"
This examination will prove that I could have no interest in robbing my own safe. The prosperous condition of my affairs " "That is sufficient, monsieur." M. Patrigent was well informed of the high standing of the banker, and knew almost as much of his affairs as did M. Fauvel himself. He asked him to sign his testimony, and then escorted him to the door of his office, a rare favor on his part.
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