“It is enough to make one mad,” he murmured.
“Do you begin to see how that M. Folgat was right when he said the case
was far from being so clear as you pretended?”
“Ah! who would not have been deceived as I was? You yourself, at one
time at least, were of my opinion. And yet, if the Countess Claudieuse
and M. de Boiscoran are both innocent, who is the guilty one?”
“That is what we shall know very soon; for I am determined I will not
allow myself a moment’s rest till I have found out the truth of the
whole matter. How fortunate it was that this fatal error in form should
have made the sentence null and void!”
He was so much excited, that he forgot his never-failing quotations.
Turning to the clerk, he said,--
“But we must not lose a minute. Put your legs into active motion, my
dear Mechinet, and run and ask M. Folgat to come here. I will wait for
him here.”