The judge of instruction, Plantat, and the mayor narrowly watched the play of his countenance, which he had not the coolness to compose, while the doctor held his pulse and counted its beating.
"Remorse, and fear of punishment," muttered the mayor.
"Innocence, and the impossibility of proving it," responded Plantat in a low tone.
M.Domini heard both these exclamations, but did not appear to take notice of them.His opinion was not formed, and he did not wish that anyone should be able to foretell, by any word of his, what it would be.
"Are you better, my friend?" asked Dr.Gendron, of Guespin.
The poor fellow made an affirmative sign.Then, having looked around with the anxious glance of a man who calculates a precipice over which he has fallen, he passed his hand across his eyes and stammered:
"Something to drink!"
A glass of water was brought, and he drank it at a draught, with an expression of intense satisfaction.Then he got upon his feet.
"Are you now in a fit state to answer me? "asked the judge.
Guespin staggered a little, then drew himself up.He continued erect before the judge, supporting himself against a table.The nervous trembling of his hands diminished, the blood returned to his cheeks, and as he listened, he arranged the disorder of his clothes.
"You know the events of this night, don't you?" commenced the judge; "the Count and Countess de Tremorel have been murdered.You went away yesterday with all the servants of the chateau; you left them at the Lyons station about nine o'clock; you have just returned, alone.Where have you passed the night?"Guespin hung his head and remained silent.
"That is not all," continued M.Domini; "yesterday you had no money, the fact is well known; one of your fellow-servants has just proved it.To-day, one hundred and sixty-seven francs are found in your wallet.Where did you get this money?"The unhappy creature's lip moved as if he wished to answer; a sudden thought seemed to check him, for he did not speak.
"More yet.What is this card of a hardware establishment that has been found in your pocket?"Guespin made a sign of desperation, and stammered:
"I am innocent."
"I have not as yet accused you," said the judge of instruction, quickly."You knew, perhaps, that the count received a considerable sum yesterday?"A bitter smile parted Guespin's lips as he answered:
"I know well enough that everything is against me."There was a profound silence.The doctor, the mayor, and Plantat, seized with a keen curiosity, dared not move.Perhaps nothing in the world is more thrilling than one of these merciless duels between justice and a man suspected of a crime.The questions may seem insignificant, the answers irrelevant; both questions and answers envelop terrible, hidden meanings.The smallest gesture, the most rapid movement of physiognomy may acquire deep significance, a fugitive light in the eye betray an advantage gained; an imperceptible change in the voice may be confession.
The coolness of M.Domini was disheartening.
"Let us see," said he after a pause: "where did you pass the night?
How did you get this money? And what does this address mean?""Eh!" cried Guespin, with the rage of powerlessness, "I should tell you what you would not believe."The judge was about to ask another question, but Guespin cut him short.
"No; you wouldn't believe me," he repeated, his eyes glistening with anger."Do men like you believe men like me? I have a past, you know, of antecedents, as you would say.The past! They throw that in my face, as if, the future depended on the past.Well, yes; it's true, I'm a debauchee, a gambler, a drunkard, an idler, but what of it? It's true I have been before the police court, and condemned for night poaching - what does that prove? I have wasted my life, but whom have I wronged if not myself? My past! Have I not sufficiently expiated it?"Guespin was self-possessed, and finding in himself sensations which awoke a sort of eloquence, he expressed himself with a savage energy well calculated to strike his hearers.
"I have not always served others," he continued; "my father was in easy circumstances - almost rich.He had large gardens, near Saumur, and he passed for one of the best gardeners of that region.
I was educated, and when sixteen years old, began to study law.
Four years later they thought me a talented youth.Unhappily for me, my father died.He left me a landed property worth a hundred thousand francs: I sold it out for sixty thousand and went to Paris.
I was a fool then.I had the fever of pleasure-seeking, a thirst for all sorts of pastimes, perfect health, plenty of money.I found Paris a narrow limit for my vices; it seemed to me that the objects of my desires were wanting.I thought my sixty thousand francs would last forever."Guespin paused; a thousand memories of those times rushed into his thoughts and he muttered:
"Those were good times."
"My sixty thousand francs," he resumed, "held out eight years.
Then I hadn't a sou, yet I longed to continue my way of living.
You understand, don't you? About this time, the police, one night, arrested me.I was 'detained' six months.You will find the records of the affair at the prefecture.Do you know what it will tell you? It will tell you that on leaving prison I fell into that shameful and abominable misery which exists in Paris.It will tell you that I have lived among the worst and lowest outcasts of Paris - and it is the truth."The worthy mayor was filled with consternation.
"Good Heaven!" thought he, "what an audacious and cynical rascal!
and to think that one is liable at any time to admit such servants into his house!"The judge held his tongue.He knew that Guespin was in such a state that, under the irresistible impulse of passion, he might betray his innermost thoughts.