Woman on Her Own, False Gods and The Red Robe: Three Plays By BrieuxBrieux, Eugène
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Woman on Her Own, False Gods and The Red Robe: Three Plays By Brieux
Brieux, Eugène
French drama
MOUZON [_triumphantly_] Ah! Now, my good man, we've had some trouble in
getting you to say something. But I can read it in your face when you
are lying--I can read it in your face in letters as big as that. The
proof is that there was no witness who saw you go out--neither your
servant nor anyone else; and yet I would have sworn to it with my head
under the knife. Come, we have made a little progress now. [_To the
recorder_] Have you put down carefully his first admission? Good. [_To
Etchepare_] Now think for a moment. We will continue our little
conversation. [_He goes towards the fireplace, rubbing his hands, pours
himself a glass of spirits, swallows it, gives a sigh of gratification,
and returns to his chair_]
FIRST GENDARME [_to his comrade_] A cunning one, he is!
SECOND GENDARME. You're right!
MOUZON. Let us continue. Come, now that you've got so far, confess the
whole thing! Here are these good gendarmes who want to go to their grub.
[_The gendarmes, the recorder, and Mouzon laugh_] You confess? No? Then
tell me, why did you insist on saying that you remained at home that
night?
ETCHEPARE. Because I'd told the gendarmes so and I didn't want to make
myself out a liar.
MOUZON. And why did you tell the gendarmes that?
ETCHEPARE. Because I thought they'd arrest me on account of the
smuggling.
MOUZON. Good. Then you didn't go to Irissary that night?
ETCHEPARE. No.
MOUZON. Where did you go?
ETCHEPARE. Up the mountain, to look for a horse that had got away the
night before, one of a lot we were taking to Spain.
MOUZON. Good. Excellent. That isn't badly thought out--that can be
maintained. You went to look for a horse lost on the mountain, a horse
which escaped from a lot you were smuggling over the frontier on the
previous night. Excellent. If that is true, there is nothing for it but
to set you at liberty before we are much older. Now to prove that you've
simply to tell me to whom you sold the horse; we shall send for the
purchaser, and if he confirms your statement, I will sign your
discharge. To whom did you sell the horse?
ETCHEPARE. I didn't sell it.
MOUZON. You gave it away? You did something with it!
ETCHEPARE. No--I didn't find it again.
MOUZON. You didn't find it again! The devil! That's not so good. Come!
Let's think of something else. You didn't go up the mountain all alone?
ETCHEPARE. Yes, all alone.
MOUZON. Bad luck! Another time, you see, you ought to take a companion.
Were you out long?
ETCHEPARE. All night. I got in at five in the morning.
MOUZON. A long time.
ETCHEPARE. We aren't well off, and a horse is worth a lot of money.
MOUZON. Yes. But you didn't spend the whole night on the mountain
without meeting someone--shepherds or customs officers?
ETCHEPARE. It was raining in torrents.
MOUZON. Then you met no one?
ETCHEPARE. No one.
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