Arsonists -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; Fires -- Fiction; Paris (France) -- Fiction
“I do not have it now, madam. I had to hand it, as is my duty, to M.
Galpin, when he came accompanied by his clerk, Mechinet, to examine M.
de Boiscoran.”
“And what did he say?”
“He opened the letter, read it, put it into his pocket, and said,
‘Well.’”
Tears of anger this time sprang from Dionysia’s eyes; and she cried,--
“What a shame? This man reads a letter written by Jacques to me! That is
infamous!”
And, without thinking of thanking Blangin, she drew off the old lady,
and all the way home did not say a word.
“Ah, poor child, you did not succeed,” exclaimed the two old aunts, when
they saw their niece come back.
But, when they had heard every thing, they said,--
“Well, we’ll go and see him, this little magistrate, who but the day
before yesterday was paying us abject court to obtain the hand of our
cousin. And we’ll tell him the truth; and, if we cannot make him give us
back Jacques, we will at least trouble him in his triumph, and take down
his pride.”
How could poor Dionysia help adopting the notions of the old ladies,
when their project offered such immediate satisfaction to her
indignation, and at the same time served her secret hopes?
“Oh, yes! You are right, dear aunts,” she said. “Quick, don’t lose any
time; go at once!”
Unable to resist her entreaties, they started instantly, without
listening to the timid objections made by the marchioness. But the good
ladies were sadly mistaken as to the state of mind of M. Galpin. The
ex-lover of one of their cousins was not bedded on roses by any means.
At the beginning of this extraordinary affair he had taken hold of it
with eagerness, looking upon it as an admirable opportunity, long looked
for, and likely to open wide the doors to his burning ambition. Then
having once begun, and the investigation being under way, he had been
carried away by the current, without having time to reflect. He had even
felt a kind of unhealthy satisfaction at seeing the evidence increasing,
until he felt justified and compelled to order his former friend to
be sent to prison. At that time he was fairly dazzled by the most
magnificent expectations. This preliminary inquiry, which in a few hours
already had led to the discovery of a culprit the most unlikely of all
men in the province, could not fail to establish his superior ability
and matchless skill.
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