“The thing is impossible,” said Bordin.  “There’s no use thinking of it.  Since society invented law it has never found a way to give an innocent prisoner an equal chance against a magistrate who is pre-disposed against him.  Law is not bilateral.  The defence, without spies or police, cannot call social power to the rescue of its innocent clients.  Innocence has nothing on her side but reason, and reasoning which may strike a judge is often powerless on the narrow minds of jurymen.  The whole department is against you.  The eight jurors who have signed the indictment are each and all purchasers of national domain.  Among the trial jurors we are certain to have some who have either sold or bought the same property.  In short, we can get nothing but a Malin jury.  You must therefore set up a consistent defence, hold fast to it, and perish in your innocence.  You will certainly be condemned.  But there’s a court of appeal; we will go there and try to remain there as long as possible.  If in the mean time we can collect proofs in your favor you must apply for pardon.  That’s the anatomy of the business, and my advice.  If we triumph (for everything is possible in law) it will be a miracle; but your advocate Monsieur de Grandville is the most likely man among all I know to produce that miracle, and I’ll do my best to help him.”

“The senator has the key to the mystery,” said Monsieur de Grandville; “for a man knows his enemies and why they are so.  Here we find him leaving Paris at the close of the winter, coming to Gondreville alone, shutting himself up with his notary, and delivering himself over, as one might say, to five men who seize him.”

“Certainly,” said Bordin, “his conduct seems inexplicable.  But how could we, in the face of a hostile community, become accusers when we ourselves are the accused?  We should need the help and good-will of the government and a thousand times more proof than is wanted in ordinary circumstances.  I am convinced there was premeditation, and subtle premeditation, on the part of our mysterious adversaries, who must have known the situation of Michu and the Messieurs de Simeuse towards Malin.  Not to utter one word; not to steal one thing! —­remarkable prudence!  I see something very different from ordinary evil-doers behind those masks.  But what would be the use of saying so to the sort of jurors we shall have to face?”

This insight into hidden matters which gives such power to certain lawyers and certain magistrates astonished and confounded Laurence; her heart was wrung by that inexorable logic.

“Out of every hundred criminal cases,” continued Bordin, “there are not ten where the law really lays bare the truth to its full extent; and there is perhaps a good third in which the truth is never brought to light at all.  Yours is one of those cases which are inexplicable to all parties, to accused and accusers, to the law and to the public.  As for the Emperor, he has other fish to fry than to consider the case of these gentlemen, supposing even that they had not conspired against him.  But who the devil is Malin’s enemy? and what has really been done with him?”