Within an Inch of His Life eBook

Émile Gaboriau
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 617 pages of information about Within an Inch of His Life.

Within an Inch of His Life eBook

Émile Gaboriau
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 617 pages of information about Within an Inch of His Life.

M. Galpin and the doctor had both considered it a point of honor who should show the most perfect indifference; and thus they had betrayed by no sign their curiosity to know what was going on out doors.  Dr. Seignebos was on the point of resuming the operation; and, as coolly as if he had been in his own rooms at home, he was washing the sponge which he had just used, and wiping his instruments.  The magistrate, on the other hand, was standing in the centre of the room, his arms crossed, his eyes fixed upon the infinite, apparently.  It may be he was thinking of his star which had at last brought him that famous criminal case for which he had ardently longed many a year.

Count Claudieuse, however, was very far from sharing their reserve.  He was tossing about on his bed; and as soon as the mayor and his friend reappeared, looking quite upset, he exclaimed,—­

“What does that uproar mean?”

And, when he had heard of the calamity, he added,—­

“Great God!  And I was complaining of my losses.  Two men killed!  That is a real misfortune.  Poor men! to die because they were so brave,—­Bolton hardly thirty years old; Guillebault, a father of a family, who leaves five children, and not a cent!”

The countess, coming in at that moment, heard his last words.

“As long as we have a mouthful of bread,” she said in a voice full of deep emotion, “neither Bolton’s mother, nor Guillebault’s children, shall ever know what want is.”

She could not say another word; for at that moment the peasants crowded into the room, pushing the prisoner before them.

“Where is the magistrate?” they asked.  “Here is a witness!”

“What, Cocoleu!” exclaimed the count.

“Yes, he knows something:  he said so himself.  We want him to tell it to the magistrate.  We want the incendiary to be caught.”

Dr. Seignebos had frowned fiercely.  He execrated Cocoleu, whose sight recalled to him that great failure which the good people of Sauveterre were not likely to forget soon.

“You do not really mean to examine him?” he asked, turning to M. Galpin.

“Why not?” answered the magistrate dryly.

“Because he is an imbecile, sir, an idiot.  Because he cannot possibly understand your questions, or the importance of his answers.”

“He may give us a valuable hint, nevertheless.”

“He?  A man who has no sense?  You don’t really think so.  The law cannot attach any importance to the evidence of a fool.”

M. Galpin betrayed his impatience by an increase of stiffness, as he replied,—­

“I know my duty, sir.”

“And I,” replied the physician,—­“I also know what I have to do.  You have summoned me to assist you in this investigation.  I obey; and I declare officially, that the mental condition of this unfortunate man makes his evidence utterly worthless.  I appeal to the commonwealth attorney.”

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