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In the mean while, however, the children of the victims were ruined. Now, M. Patrigent, the magistrate who investigated the affair, was the first to convince the authorities that it would be best to set one of the murderers at liberty. His advice was followed; and three days later the culprit was surprised unearthing the money from among a bed of mushrooms. Now, I believe that our prisoner "
Now, be careful." These conditions seemed quite to suit Fanferlot. "I will obey your instructions, and be discreet." "I shall rely upon you. Now, to begin, you must carry this photograph to the judge of instruction. I know M. Patrigent is much perplexed about this case.
He had been frightened. He already imagined himself in difficulty, and for a trifle would have retracted everything. But the effect was already produced; and when they retired M. Patrigent said to Sigault: "This is a very important piece of evidence." The Archangel Hotel, Mme. Gypsy's asylum, was the most elegant building on the Quai St. Michel.
"Her name is not Gypsy; she has never been a governess, and she is not a Portuguese." Prosper began to protest against this statement; but M. Patrigent shrugged his shoulders, and began looking over a large file of papers on his desk.
He had hoped that Prosper would betray himself by uttering some passionate retort when thus wounded to the quick; but he remained impassible. Of all the judge said to him his mind dwelt upon only one word Caldas, the name of the poor travelling agent who had killed himself. "At any rate," insisted M. Patrigent, "you will confess that this girl has caused your ruin."
I only ask you to wait ten days; and, if I cannot in that time discover the solution of this mystery, I will return and go with you to report to M. Patrigent all that we know." "Are you going to leave the city?" "In an hour I shall be on the road to Beaucaire. It was from that neighborhood that Clameran came, as well as Mme. Fauvel, who was a Mlle. de la Verberie before marriage."
Of all her weaknesses, and Heaven knows she had indulged in every variety, only one remained; she loved a good dinner, washed down with plenty of good wine. She also loved her husband; and, about the time M. Patrigent was leaving the hospital, she began to be worried that her "little man" had not returned to dinner.
Prosper was silent, and seemed agitated. "Speak," said M. Patrigent; "I must tell you that this circumstance is one of the most important in your case." "Whatever the cost may be, on this subject I am compelled to keep silence." "Beware of what you do; justice will not be satisfied with scruples of conscience." M. Patrigent waited for an answer. None came. "You persist in your obstinacy, do you?
One day, he suddenly left us, and never came to the house again. Yet I had every reason to believe him attached to my niece Madeleine." M. Patrigent had a peculiar manner of contracting his brows when he thought he had discovered some new proof. He now did this, and said: "Might not this admiration for the young lady have been the cause of M. Bertomy's estrangement?"
But their absence did not prevent the file of papers relating to Prosper's case from daily increasing; and on the ensuing Monday, five days after the robbery, M. Patrigent thought he held in his hands enough moral proof to crush the accused. While his whole past was the object of the most minute investigations, Prosper was in prison, in a secret cell.
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