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"But make haste!" The recommendation was not needed. M. Galpin had already put on his boots. He now slipped his overcoat over his home dress, as he was; and off they went.
"Well, at least Cocoleu is willing to repeat his evidence?" "No." "Why, then you have virtually no witness!" Yes, M. Galpin understood it but too well, and hence his anxiety. The more he studied his accused, the more he found him in an enigmatic and threatening position, which was ominous of evil. "Can he have an alibi?" he thought.
The count and the countess looked distressed and almost overcome; nor did the mayor and his friend seem to be less troubled. One circumstance in Ribot's evidence seemed to have struck them with peculiar force, the fact that he had seen M. de Boiscoran push his trousers inside his boots. "You can go," said M. Galpin to the young man. "Let another witness come in."
"Well, then, start and make haste," commanded M. Seneschal. "We shall overtake you on the way: M. Daubigeon and I are going to pick up M. Galpin, the magistrate." They had not far to go. The magistrate had already been looking for them all over town: he was just appearing on the Square, and saw them at once.
While I was thus busy, M. Galpin arrived. I expected he would ask me to show him the shot: but no, he did not think of it; he was too full of his own ideas. He thought only of the culprit, of his culprit. I did not recall to him the A B C of his profession: that was none of my business. The physician has to obey the directions of justice, but not to anticipate them." "Well, then?"
"It is too late for help," said M. Galpin. "Such a fine property!" said the mayor, "and so well managed!" And regardless of danger, he dashed forward, down the hill; for Valpinson lies in a deep valley, half a mile from the river. Here all was terror, disorder, and confusion; and yet there was no lack of hands or of good-will.
"'Hoc volo, hoc jubeo, sit pro ratione voluntas." For once Dr. Seignebos seemed to be convinced by M. Daubigeon's words. He said, "Then, M. Galpin has even the right to deprive a sick man of his physician's assistance." "If he assumes the responsibility, yes. But he does not mean to go so far.
"But, I beg your pardon that letter. Miss Dionysia surely has not handed it over to them?" "No; but the prosecution is aware of its existence. M. de Chandore and M. Seneschal have spoken of it in the hope of exculpating you, and have even mentioned the contents. And M. Galpin knows it so well, that he had repeatedly mentioned it to you, and you have confessed all that he could desire."
But he stopped suddenly, shocked at the impression which his statement seemed to produce. Dionysia cried, "That is terrible! Every thing is against us!" M. Folgat did not give her time to say any more. He asked, "My dear Anthony, did M. Galpin take all of your master's cartridges away with him?" "Oh, no! certainly not."
"Yes, but you cannot be admitted, except by a special permission from M. Galpin; and I doubt if we can procure that to-day." "That is provoking." "No, since we have our work all cut out for to-day. We have to go over all the papers of the proceedings, which the magistrate has placed in my hands." Dr. Seignebos was boiling over with impatience. He broke in, "Oh, what words! Go to work, Mr.
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