"Go back to prison, then; since it pleases you," concluded the detective. He looked at the judge for his approval, and added: "Gendarmes, remove the prisoner." The judge's last doubt was dissipated like the mist before the sun. He was, to tell the truth, a little uneasy at having treated the detective so rudely; and he tried to repair it as much as he could. "You are an able man, Monsieur Lecoq," said he. "Without speaking of your clearsightedness, which is so prompt as to seem almost like second sight, your examination just now was a master-piece of its kind. Receive my congratulations, to say nothing of the reward which I propose to recommend in your favor to your chiefs." The detective at these compliments cast down his eyes with the abashed air of a virgin. He looked tenderly at the dear defunct's portrait, and doubtless said to it: "At last, darling, we have defeated him--this austere judge who so heartily detests the force of which we are the brightest ornament, makes his apologies; he recognizes and applauds our services." He answered aloud: "I can only accept half of your eulogies, Monsieur; permit me to offer the other half to my friend Monsieur Plantat." M. Plantat tried to protest. "Oh," said he, "only for some bits of information! You would have ferreted out the truth without me all the same." The judge arose and graciously, but not without effort, extended his hand to M. Lecoq, who respectfully pressed it. "You have spared me," said the judge, "a great remorse. Guespin's innocence would surely sooner or later have been recognized; but the idea of having imprisoned an innocent man and harassed him with my interrogatories, would have disturbed my sleep and tormented my conscience for a long time." "God knows this poor Guespin is not an interesting youth," returned the detective. "I should be disposed to press him hard were I not certain that he's half a fool." M. Domini gave a start. "I shall discharge him this very day," said he, "this very hour." "It will be an act of charity," said M. Lecoq; "but confound his obstinacy; it was so easy for him to simplify my task. I might be able, by the aid of chance, to collect the principal facts--the errand, and a woman being mixed up in the affair; but as I'm no magician, I couldn't guess all the details. How is Jenny mixed up in this affair? Is she an accomplice, or has she only been made to play an ignorant part in it? Where did she meet Guespin and whither did she lead him? It is clear that she made the poor fellow tipsy so as to prevent his going to the Batignolles. Tremorel must have told her some false story--but what?" "I don't think Tremorel troubled his head about so small a matter," said M. Plantat. "He gave Guespin and Jenny some task, without explaining it at all." M. Lecoq reflected a moment. "Perhaps you are right. But Jenny must have had special orders to prevent Guespin from putting in an alibi." "But," said M. Domini, "Jenny will explain it all to us."