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He spoke deliberately, and watched for the effect of what he said in M. Plantat's countenance. "Where on earth did this old fellow get all these details?" he asked himself. "Did he write this narrative, and if not, who did? How was it, if he had all this information, that he has said nothing?" M. Plantat appeared to be unconscious of the detective's searching look.
But the intensity of his mourning diminished, and the ills of idleness came. The justiceship of the peace at Orcival was vacant, and M. Plantat applied for and obtained it. Once installed in this office, he suffered less from ennui. This man, who saw his life drawing to an end, undertook to interest himself in the thousand diverse cases which came before him.
A bucket of ice-water falling on M. Plantat's head could not have surprised him more, or more disagreeably, than this speech. "What!" stammered he, with an air of frank amazement, "do you, a man of experience, who " Delighted with the success of his ruse, Lecoq could not keep his countenance, and Plantat, who perceived that he had been caught in the snare, laughed heartily.
I have studied these wounds, and though I am no doctor, they seem to me suspicious." "And to me," M. Plantat quickly added. "It seemed to me, that in the places struck, there was no emission of blood in the cutaneous vessels." "The nature of these wounds," continued M. Lecoq, "will be a valuable indication, which will fix my opinion."
In this instance, the judge of instruction and Plantat were far from being of the same opinion; they knew it before speaking a word. But M. Domini, whose opinion rested on material and palpable facts, which appeared to him indisputable, was not disposed to provoke contradiction.
He also said so to Madame Courtois, to Laurence, my eldest daughter " "Naturally," continued M. Plantat. "But Sauvresy's distemper was one against which the science of the most skilful physicians and the most constant care contend in vain. "He said that he did not suffer much, but he faded perceptibly, and was no more than the shadow of his former self.
Ravenous for her prey, she would not let him go for anything in the world." "I' faith," observed Dr. Gendron, "your Tremorel was a chicken-hearted wretch. What had he to fear when Sauvresy's manuscript was once destroyed?" "Who told you it had been destroyed?" interrupted M. Plantat. M. Lecoq at this stopped promenading up and down the room, and sat down opposite M. Plantat.
The judge of instruction awaited them on the steps. He appeared to have a satisfied air. "I am going to leave you in charge," said he to M. Plantat, "for if I am to see the procureur, I must go at once. When you sent for him this morning, he was absent." M. Plantat bowed. "I shall be much obliged if you will watch this affair to the end.
"The whole case lies there," said he. "Whether these proofs have or have not been destroyed." M. Plantat did not choose to answer directly. "Do you know," asked he, "to whom Sauvresy confided them for keeping?" "Ah," cried the detective, as if a sudden idea had enlightened him, "it was you." He added to himself, "Now, my good man, I begin to see where all your information comes from."
"Had Monsieur and Madame Sauvresy no children?" asked the judge of instruction. "No," answered the mayor. M. Plantat continued: "The grief of the count and the young widow was intense. M. de Tremorel, especially, seemed absolutely desperate, and acted like a madman. The countess shut herself up, forbidding even those whom she loved best from entering her chamber even Madame Courtois.
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