But the old justice of the peace did not seem to be listening, and
appeared to be plunged in the deepest meditation. Night was falling; a
light fog hung like smoke over the Seine.
"We must go in," said M. Plantat, abruptly, "and see how the doctor has
got on with his autopsy."
They slowly approached the house. The judge of instruction awaited them
on the steps. He appeared to have a satisfied air.
"I am going to leave you in charge," said he to M. Plantat, "for if I am
to see the procureur, I must go at once. When you sent for him this
morning, he was absent."