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 Ideclare officially, that the mental condition of this unfortunate man makes his evidence utterly worthless. I appeal to the commonwealth attorney."He had hoped for a word of encouragement from M. Daubigeon; but nothing came. Then he went on,--"Take care, sir, or you may get yourself into trouble. What would you do if this poor fellow should make a formal charge against any one?
Could you attach any weight to his word?"The peasants were listening with open mouths. One of them said,--"Oh! Cocoleu is not so innocent as he looks.""He can say very well what he wants to say, the scamp!" added another.
"At all events, I am indebted to him for the life of my children,"said the count gently. "He thought of them when I was unconscious, and when no one else remembered them. Come, Cocoleu, come nearer, my friend, don't be afraid: there is no one here to hurt you."It was very well the count used such kind words; for Cocoleu was thoroughly terrified by the brutal treatment he had received, and was trembling in all his limbs.
"I am--not--a--afraid," he stammered out.
"Once more I protest," said the physician.
He had found out that he stood not alone in his opinion. Count Claudieuse came to his assistance, saying,--"I really think it might be dangerous to question Cocoleu."But the magistrate was master of the situation, and conscious of all the powers conferred upon him by the laws of France in such cases.
"I must beg, gentlemen," he said, in a tone which did not allow of any reply,--"I must beg to be permitted to act in my own way."And sitting down, he asked Cocoleu,--
"Come, my boy, listen to me, and try to understand what I say. Do you know what has happened at Valpinson?""Fire," replied the idiot.
"Yes, my friend, fire, which burns down the house of your benefactor, --fire, which has killed two good men. But that is not all: they have tried to murder the count. Do you see him there in his bed, wounded, and covered with blood? Do you see the countess, how she suffers?"Did Cocoleu follow him? His distorted features betrayed nothing of what might be going on within him.
"Nonsense!" growled the doctor, "what obstinacy! What folly!"M. Galpin heard him, and said angrily,--
"Sir, do not force me to remind you that I have not far from here, men whose duty it is to see that my authority is respected here."Then, turning again to the poor idiot, he went on,--"All these misfortunes are the work of a vile incendiary. You hate him, don't you; you detest him, the rascal!""Yes," said Cocoleu.
"You want him to be punished, don't you?""Yes, yes!"
"Well, then you must help me to find him out, so that the gendarmes may catch him, and put him in jail. You know who it is; you have told these people and"--He paused, and after a moment, as Cocoleu kept silent, he asked,--"But, now I think of it, whom has this poor fellow talked to?"Not one of the peasants could tell. They inquired; but no answer came.
Perhaps Cocoleu had never said what he was reported to have said.
"The fact is," said one of the tenants at Valpinson, "that the poor devil, so to say, never sleeps, and that he is roaming about all night around the house and the farm buildings."This was a new light for M. Galpin; suddenly changing the form of his interrogatory, he asked Cocoleu,--"Where did you spend the night?"
"In--in--the--court--yard."
"Were you asleep when the fire broke out?""No."
"Did you see it commence?"
"Yes."
"How did it commence?"
