Abbe.  Let us look more closely at the matter—­Oh, here comes the
Commissaire.

Commissaire. [Enters] Gentlemen—­Madame Catherine—­I have to trouble you for a moment with a few questions concerning Monsieur Maurice.  As you have probably heard, he has become the object of a hideous rumour, which, by the by, I don’t believe in.

Mme. Catherine.  None of us believes in it either.

Commissaire.  That strengthens my own opinion, but for his own sake
I must give him a chance to defend himself.

Abbe.  That’s right, and I guess he will find justice, although it may come hard.

Commissaire.  Appearances are very much against him, but I have seen guiltless people reach the scaffold before their innocence was discovered.  Let me tell you what there is against him.  The little girl, Marion, being left alone by her mother, was secretly visited by the father, who seems to have made sure of the time when the child was to be found alone.  Fifteen minutes after his visit the mother returned home and found the child dead.  All this makes the position of the accused man very unpleasant—­The post-mortem examination brought out no signs of violence or of poison, but the physicians admit the existence of new poisons that leave no traces behind them.  To me all this is mere coincidence of the kind I frequently come across.  But here’s something that looks worse.  Last night Monsieur Maurice was seen at the Auberge des Adrets in company with a strange lady.  According to the waiter, they were talking about crimes.  The Place de Roquette and the scaffold were both mentioned.  A queer topic of conversation for a pair of lovers of good breeding and good social position!  But even this may be passed over, as we know by experience that people who have been drinking and losing a lot of sleep seem inclined to dig up all the worst that lies at the bottom of their souls.  Far more serious is the evidence given by the head waiter as to their champagne breakfast in the Bois de Boulogne this morning.  He says that he heard them wish the life out of a child.  The man is said to have remarked that, “It would be better if it had never existed.”  To which the woman replied:  “Indeed!  But now it does exist.”  And as they went on talking, these words occurred:  “This will kill this!” And the answer was:  “Kill!  What kind of word is that?” And also:  “The five-spot of diamonds, the scaffold, the Place de Roquette.”  All this, you see, will be hard to get out of, and so will the foreign journey planned for this evening.  These are serious matters.

Adolphe.  He is lost!

Mme. Catherine.  That’s a dreadful story.  One doesn’t know what to believe.

Abbe.  This is not the work of man.  God have mercy on him!

Adolphe.  He is in the net, and he will never get out of it.

Mme. Catherine.  He had no business to get in.