Hitherto blinded by fear, incautious and stupid before the bands of Friar Douillard and the partisans of Prince Crucho, the Republicans at last opened their eyes and grasped the real meaning of the Pyrot affair.  The deputies who had for two years turned pale at the shouts of the patriotic crowds became, not indeed more courageous, but altered their cowardice and blamed Robin Mielleux for disorders which their own compliance had encouraged, and the instigators of which they had several times slavishly congratulated.  They reproached him for having imperilled the Republic by a weakness which was really theirs and a timidity which they themselves had imposed upon him.  Some of them began to doubt whether it was not to their interest to believe in Pyrot’s innocence rather than in his guilt, and thenceforward they felt a bitter anguish at the thought that the unhappy man might have been wrongly convicted and that in his aerial cage he might be expiating another man’s crimes.  “I cannot sleep on account of it!” was what several members of Minister Guillaumette’s majority used to say.  But these were ambitious to replace their chief.

These generous legislators overthrew the cabinet, and the President of the Republic put in Robin Mielleux’s place, a patriarchal Republican with a flowing beard, La Trinite by name, who, like most of the Penguins, understood nothing about the affair, but thought that too many monks were mixed up in it.

General Greatauk before leaving the Ministry of War, gave his final advice to Pariler, the Chief of the Staff.

“I go and you remain,” said he, as he shook hands with him.  “The Pyrot affair is my daughter; I confide her to you, she is worthy of your love and your care; she is beautiful.  Do not forget that her beauty loves the shade, is leased with mystery, and likes to remain veiled.  Great her modesty with gentleness.  Too many indiscreet looks have already profaned her charms. . . .  Panther, you desired proofs and you obtained them.  You have many, perhaps too many, in your possession.  I see that there will be many tiresome interventions and much dangerous curiosity.  If I were in your place I would tear up all those documents.  Believe me, the best of proofs is none at all.  That is the only one which nobody discusses.”

Alas!  General Panther did not realise the wisdom of this advice.  The future was only too thoroughly to justify Greatauk’s perspicacity.  La Trinite demanded the documents belonging, to the Pyrot affair.  Peniche, his Minister of War, refused them in the superior interests of the national defence, telling him that the documents under General Panther’s care formed the hugest mass of archives in the world.  La Trinite studied the case as well as he could, and, without penetrating to the bottom of the matter, suspected it of irregularity.  Conformably to his rights and prerogatives he then ordered a fresh trial to be held.  Immediately, Peniche, his Minister of War,