This scene considerably shook the opinion of the magistrates.  They could not believe that an impostor, whatever he might be, would have sufficient daring and presence of mind thus to turn into mockery all that was most sacred.  They set a new inquiry on foot, which, instead of producing enlightenment, only plunged them into still greater obscurity.  Out of thirty witnesses heard, more than three-quarters agreed in identifying as Martin Guerre the man who claimed his name.  Never was greater perplexity caused by more extraordinary appearances.  The remarkable resemblance upset all reasoning:  some recognised him as Arnauld du Thill, and others asserted the exact contrary.  He could hardly understand Basque, some said, though born in Biscay, was that astonishing, seeing he was only three when he left the country?  He could neither wrestle nor fence well, but having no occasion to practise these exercises he might well have forgotten them.  The shoemaker—­who made his shoes afore-time, thought he took another measure, but he might have made a mistake before or be mistaken now.  The prisoner further defended himself by recapitulating the circumstances of his first meeting with Bertrande, on his return, the thousand and one little details he had mentioned which he only could have known, also the letters in his possession, all of which could only be explained by the assumption that he was the veritable Martin Guerre.  Was it likely that he would be wounded over the left eye and leg as the missing man was supposed to be?  Was it likely that the old servant, that the four sisters, his uncle Pierre, many persons to whom he had related facts known only to himself, that all the community in short, would have recognised him?  And even the very intrigue suspected by Bertrande, which had aroused her jealous anger, this very intrigue, if it really existed, was it not another proof of the verity of his claim, since the person concerned, as interested and as penetrating as the legitimate wife; had also accepted him as her former lover?  Surely here was a mass of evidence sufficient to cast light on the case.  Imagine an impostor arriving for the first time in a place where all the inhabitants are unknown to him, and attempting to personate a man who had dwelt there, who would have connections of all kinds, who would have played his part in a thousand different scenes, who would have confided his secrets, his opinions, to relations, friends, acquaintances, to all sorts of people; who had also a wife—­that is to say, a person under whose eyes nearly his whole life would be passed, a person would study him perpetually, with whom he would be continually conversing on every sort of subject.  Could such an impostor sustain his impersonation for a single day, without his memory playing him false?  From the physical and moral impossibility of playing such a part, was it not reasonable to conclude that the accused, who had maintained it for more than two years, was the true Martin Guerre?