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She helped him to each dish, poured out his wine, leaving her chair occasionally to put a piece of wood on the fire, and such shoutings and laughter had never been heard before in that office. However, she noticed that, little by little, Saniel's face, that relaxed one moment, was the next clouded by the preoccupation and bitterness that she had tried hard to chase away.
"When one takes plenty of time, one finds a needle in a bundle of hay," Florentin said. "You ask me what I heard, and I tell you. But I do not depend entirely on that. As I passed near the Rue Louis-le-Grand, I went to Doctor Saniel's; it being his office hour I hoped to find him." "You told him the situation?" Florentin exclaimed.
Again Saniel's pen stopped, and he was obliged to lean his hand on the table to prevent its trembling. "Who was it?" "Ah! That I do not know," she answered. "I did not see him, but I heard him, the step of a man. It was this rascal who killed him, you may be sure." This seemed likely. "He went out while I was on the stairs; he knew the customs of the house." Saniel continued his report.
He defended himself badly, or at least indifferently, like a man who gives up because he knows beforehand that whatever he may say will be useless. Until Saniel's deposition the witnesses who testified were insignificant enough, and revealed nothing that was not already known; only Valerius, with his pretensions to a professional secret, which he developed slowly, amused the audience.
She threw a small log on the hearth, and then, instead of resuming her seat, she took a cushion from the sofa, and placing it before the chimney, threw herself upon it, and leaned her elbow on Saniel's knee. "And now?" she repeated, her eyes raised to his. "Now I suppose the only thing for me to do is to return to Auvergne and become a country doctor."
In spite of Saniel's efforts and solicitations, supported by Nougarede's, Florentin had embarked for New Caledonia, whence he wrote as often as he could.
The button which the police were so proud to discover, did not belong to him. This new track on which they were about to enter did not lead to him. On Tuesday, a little before five o'clock, as she had promised, Phillis rang at Saniel's door, and he left his laboratory where he was at work, to let her in. She threw herself on his neck. "Well?" she asked, in a trembling voice.
"No; that is to say, yes. There was one who asked me if Monsieur Caffie was at home; but I know him well; that is why I answered No." "And who is he?" "One of Monsieur Caffies old clerks." "His name?" "Monsieur Florentin Monsieur Florentin Cormier." Saniel's hand was arrested at this name, but he did not raise his head. "At what hour did he come?" asked the commissioner.
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