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The fact was, however, that he had spent nearly the whole of these four days at the hospital, in company with one of his brother-practitioners, who had been sent for by the court to proceed, "jointly with Dr. Seignebos," to an examination of Cocoleu's mental condition.
Seignebos started, and, readjusting his spectacles, he cried triumphantly, "I said so! I have guessed it!" M. Folgat had, on this occasion, very naturally, no deliberative voice. He came from Paris, with Paris ideas; and, whatever he might have been told, the name of the Countess Claudieuse revealed to him nothing.
Seignebos opened a door on the right hand. "Step in here and wait," he said to M. Folgat. "I will go up stairs and see the count, whose room is in the second story, and I will send you the countess." The young advocate did as he was bid, and found himself in a large room, brilliantly lighted up by three tall windows that went down to the ground, and looked out upon the garden.
"Take care never to repeat that! The suggestion you make is so fearfully plausible, that, if it becomes known, no one will ever believe you when you tell the real truth." "The truth? Then you think I am mistaken?" "Most assuredly." Then fixing his spectacles on his nose, Dr. Seignebos added, "I never could admit that the countess should have fired at her husband. I now see that I was right.
Towards half-past ten, they saw M. de Chandore's carriage come out of the courtyard, and draw up at the door. At eleven o'clock M. de Chandore and Dr. Seignebos got in, the coachman whipped the horse, and they drove off. "Where can they be going?" asked they. They followed the carriage. The two gentlemen drove to the station.
Seignebos, with his coat off, and his sleeves rolled up above the elbows, was bending over him, and holding a sponge in one hand and a probe in the other, seemed to be engaged in a delicate and dangerous operation. The countess, in a light muslin dress, was standing at the foot of her husband's bed, pale but admirably composed and resigned.
The idiot had disappeared; and no one in the whole district had been able to give any information as to this whereabouts. "And you think that is natural?" exclaimed Dr. Seignebos, whose eyes were glaring at the mayor from under his spectacles. "To me that looks like an absolute proof that a plot has been hatched to ruin M. de Boiscoran." "But can't you be quiet?" M. Seneschal said angrily.
But the next day she insisted upon being taken to her seamstresses, and finding Mechinet, the clerk, there, she remained a full half-hour in conference with him. Then, in the evening, when Dr. Seignebos, after a short visit, was leaving the room, she lay in wait for him, and kept him talking a long time at the door. Finally, the day after, she asked once more to be allowed to go and see Jacques.
"What do you mean to do?" "I shall go and see the Countess Claudieuse. I shall tell her" "Oh!" "You do not think she will deny it to my face? When I once have her under my eye, I shall make her confess the crime of which I am accused." M. Folgat had promised Dr. Seignebos not to mention what Martha and her governess had said; but he felt no longer bound to conceal it.
"Then, my little one," insisted Dr. Seignebos, "you are quite sure your mamma was in your room when the first shot was fired?" "Certainly, doctor. And mamma, when she heard it, rose up straight, and lowered her head, like one who listens. Almost immediately, the second shot was fired. Mamma raised her hands to heaven, and cried out, 'Great God! And then she went out, running fast."
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