"Then," said the examining-magistrate, "after killing the President,
on account of an intimacy that dated back some time, which was of a
vague nature and which for that matter you invent, explain to me how
it was that you allowed your wife to have a sweetheart. Yes; that
strapping fellow Jacques Lantier! Everybody has spoken to me about this
acquaintance. You, yourself, have not attempted to conceal from me that
you were aware of it. You freely allowed them to do what they pleased.
Why?"
Roubaud, overcome and with troubled eyes, looked fixedly into space
without finding an explanation, and ended by stammering:
"I do not know. I killed the other; I did not kill this one."
"Then," concluded the examining-magistrate, "do not tell me, again,
that you are a jealous man who avenges himself. And I do not advise you
to repeat this romance to the gentlemen of the jury, for they would
only shrug their shoulders. Believe me, change your system. Truth alone
can save you."
Henceforth, the more Roubaud stubbornly told this truth, the greater
liar he was proved to be. Besides, everything went against him, and
to such a point that his previous examination, on the occasion of the
first inquiry in connection with the Grandmorin murder, which should
have served to support his new version of the crime, because he had
denounced Cabuche, became, on the contrary, the proof of a remarkably
clever understanding between them.
The examining-magistrate refined the psychology of the affair with a
veritable passion for his calling. Never, said he, had he penetrated
so thoroughly to the bottom of human nature; and it was by divination
rather than observation, for he flattered himself he belonged to the
school of far-seeing and fascinating judges, those who have the power
of upsetting a man by a glance. Besides, proofs were no longer wanting,
and conjointly formed a crushing charge. Henceforth, the prosecution
were in possession of a solid basis to work upon, and the certainty of
the guilt of the prisoners burst forth in dazzling brightness like the
light of the sun.
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