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If M. de Boiscoran had committed this crime, it would be one of those absurd crimes which are revolting to us; but, if committed by the countess, it is only the catastrophe prepared by Count Claudieuse on the day when he married a woman thirty years younger than he was." The great wrath of Dr. Seignebos was not always as formidable as it looked.
Since the first question addressed to Cocoleu, up to the present moment, he had not had time to consider. And his proceedings had been public; thus he felt naturally tempted to explain them. "And you call this a legal inquiry?" asked Dr. Seignebos. He had taken off his spectacles, and was wiping them furiously.
At the hotel with my other learned brother of the commission; and there they drew up a report which makes of Cocoleu the most perfect imbecile that was ever dreamed of." He was walking up and down in the room with long strides, and, unwilling to listen, he went on, "But Master Galpin need not think of crowing over us yet. The end is not yet; they will not get rid of Dr. Seignebos so easily.
The door opened instantly, and the marchioness found herself in Dionysia's arms, and soon after comfortably seated in an easy-chair. The others had followed her. It was past two o'clock; but every minute now was valuable. Arranging his spectacles, Dr. Seignebos said, "I propose that we exchange our information. I, for my part, I am still at the same point. But you know my views.
And, in fact, whom does he meet? a loose fellow, Ribot, who is himself in hiding on account of some love-intrigue; a wood-stealer, Gaudry, whose only anxiety is to avoid the gendarmes; an old woman, finally, Mrs. Courtois, who has been belated by an accident. All his precautions were well chosen; but Providence was watching." "O Providence!" growled Dr. Seignebos, "Providence!"
Seignebos's request, though unsupported, had been at least partially granted; and the court had summoned a physician from Paris, a great authority on insanity, to determine Cocoleu's mental condition. It was on a Saturday that Dr. Seignebos came triumphantly to announce the good news. It was the following Tuesday that he had to report his discomfiture. In a furious passion he said,
I, also, could very easily say, 'Ah! if anybody should come and tell me that the mayor of Sauveterre was in the wrong; and still I should not be surprised." "Doctor!" said M. de Chandore, anxious to conciliate, "doctor!" But Dr. Seignebos had already turned to M. Magloire, whom he was anxious to convert, and went on,
Every morning he received three or four, from the marchioness or M. Folgat, from M. Seneschal or M. Magloire, from M. de Chandore, Dionysia, or even from Dr. Seignebos. Thus he could follow at a distance all the phases, and even the smallest changes, in the proceedings. Only one thing he would not do: he would not come down, however important his coming might be for his son. He did not move.
The building is quite new, massive but ugly, and has at the side a pretentious little tower with a peaked roof, which Dr. Seignebos calls a perpetual menace of the feudal system. It is true the Chandores once upon a time were great feudal lords, and for a long time exhibited a profound contempt for all who could not boast of noble ancestors and a deep hatred of revolutionary ideas.
"Yes, sir, although I have heard people insist that he is not quite so stupid as he looks, and that, as they say here, he plays the ass in order to get his oats" M. de Chandore interrupted him, and said, "On this subject Dr. Seignebos can give you all the information you may want: he kept Cocoleu for nearly two years at his own house." "I mean to see the doctor," replied M. Folgat.
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