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Let us pass on to the next." "The second in importance is Pelledent, his deputy, a cattle breeder, an equally rich landowner, a crafty peasant, very sly, very close-fisted on every question of money, but incapable in my opinion of having perpetrated such a crime." "Continue," said M. Putoin. Renardet, while proceeding with his toilet, reviewed the characters of all the inhabitants of Carvelin.
And then, I am the Mayor of the district, after all; and I now order you to give me back that paper." The postman answered firmly: "No, I can't, M'sieur le Maire." Thereupon, Renardet, losing his head, caught hold of the postman's arms in order to take away his bag; but, freeing himself by a strong effort, and springing backwards, the letter carrier raised his big holly stick.
The magistrate, the mayor, the captain and the doctor set to work searching in pairs, putting aside the smallest branch along the water. Renardet said to the judge: "How does it happen that this wretch has concealed or carried away the clothes, and has thus left the body exposed, in sight of every one?" The other, crafty and sagacious, answered: "Ha! ha! Perhaps a dodge?
The two men quickly departed, and Renardet said to the doctor: "What miscreant has been able to do such a deed in this part of the country." The doctor murmured: "Who knows? Everyone is capable of that? Everyone in particular and nobody in general. No matter, it must be some prowler, some workman out of employment.
Renardet followed him, out of breath, stammering: "Mederic, Mederic, listen! I'll give you a thousand francs, you understand a thousand francs." The postman still went on without giving any answer. Renardet went on: "I'll make your fortune, you understand whatever you wish fifty thousand francs fifty thousand francs for that letter! What does it matter to you? You won't?
The doctor and the cure went to their respective homes, while Renardet, after a long walk through the meadows, returned to the wood, where he remained walking till nightfall with slow steps, his hands behind his back. He went to bed early and was still asleep next morning when the magistrate entered his room. He was rubbing his hands together with a self-satisfied air. "Ha! ha!
But she did not show herself any more; she remained there behind the curtain, which quivered tremulously now and then. And Renardet, his fingers clutching the clothes, squeezed them as he had squeezed the throat of little Louise Roque. He heard the clock striking the hours, and in the stillness the pendulum kept ticking in time with the loud beating of his heart.
As soon as she saw Renardet she began to shriek: "My little girl! Where's my little girl?" so distractedly that she did not glance down at the ground. Suddenly she saw the corpse, stopped short, clasped her hands and raised both her arms while she uttered a sharp, heartrending cry the cry of a wounded animal.
Then he began looking at it, turning it round and round between his fingers, much perplexed, much troubled by the fear of committing a grave offense or of making an enemy for himself of the Mayor. Seeing his hesitation, Renardet made a movement for the purpose of seizing the letter and snatching it away from him.
Renardet, as he appeared, thought he heard a light sound, a faint smell which was not that of the stream on the banks. He softly put aside the leaves and looked. A little girl, quite naked in the transparent water, was beating the waves with both hands, dancing about in them a little and dipping herself with pretty movements. She was not a child nor was she yet a woman.
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