“Everybody in the district has similar knives.  Doubtless your man was weary of fighting and put an end to his own life.  It looks like it!”

“Mind what you say!” cried the officer furiously.  “I do not know what prevents me from setting fire to the four corners of the village!”

Happily in his rage he did not notice the deep trouble pictured on Francoise’s countenance.  She had been forced to sit down on a stone bench near the well.  Despite herself her eyes were fixed upon the corpse stretched our on the ground almost at her feet.  It was that of a tall and handsome man who resembled Dominique, with flaxen hair and blue eyes.  This resemblance made her heart ache.  She thought that perhaps the dead soldier had left behind him in Germany a sweetheart who would weep her eyes out for him.  She recognized her knife in the throat of the murdered man.  She had killed him.

The officer was talking of striking Rocreuse with terrible measures, when soldiers came running to him.  Dominique’s escape had just been discovered.  It caused an extreme agitation.  The officer went to the apartment in which the prisoner had been confined, looked out of the window which had remained open, understood everything and returned, exasperated.

Pere Merlier seemed greatly vexed by Dominique’s flight.

“The imbecile!” he muttered.  “He has ruined all!”

Francoise heard him and was overcome with anguish.  But the miller did not suspect her of complicity in the affair.  He tossed his head, saying to her in an undertone: 

“We are in a nice scrape!”

“It was that wretch who assassinated the soldier!  I am sure of it!” cried the officer.  “He has undoubtedly reached the forest.  But he must be found for us or the village shall pay for him!”

Turning to the miller, he said: 

“See here, you ought to know where he is hidden!”

Pere Merlier laughed silently, pointing to the wide stretch of wooden hills.

“Do you expect to find a man in there?” he said.

“Oh, there must be nooks there with which you are acquainted.  I will give you ten men.  You must guide them.”

“As you please.  But it will take a week to search all the wood in the vicinity.”

The old man’s tranquillity enraged the officer.  In fact, the latter comprehended the asburdity of this search.  At that moment he saw Francoise, pale and trembling, on the bench.  The anxious attitude of the young girl struck him.  He was silent for an instant, during which he in turn examined the miller and his daughter.

At length he demanded roughly of the old man: 

“Is not that fellow your child’s lover?”

Pere Merlier grew livid and seemed about to hurl himself upon the officer to strangle him.  He stiffened himself but made no answer.  Francoise buried her face in her hands.

“Yes, that’s it!” continued the Prussian.  “And you or your daughter helped him to escape!  One of you is his accomplice!  For the last time, will you give him up to us?”