But suddenly there was a great commotion at the cry of “The gendarmes! the gendarmes!”

Two gendarmes appeared in the distance, advancing at a rapid trot, escorting their captain and a little gentleman with red whiskers, who was bobbing up and down like a monkey on a big white mare.

The watchman had just found Monsieur Putoin, the magistrate, at the moment when he was mounting his horse to take his daily ride, for he posed as a good horseman, to the great amusement of the officers.

He dismounted, along with the captain, and pressed the hands of the mayor and the doctor, casting a ferret-like glance on the linen coat beneath which lay the corpse.

When he was made acquainted with all the facts, he first gave orders to disperse the crowd, whom the gendarmes drove out of the wood, but who soon reappeared in the meadow and formed a hedge, a big hedge of excited and moving heads, on the other side of the stream.

The doctor, in his turn, gave explanations, which Renardet noted down in his memorandum book.  All the evidence was given, taken down and commented on without leading to any discovery.  Maxime, too, came back without having found any trace of the clothes.

This disappearance surprised everybody; no one could explain it except on the theory of theft, and as her rags were not worth twenty sous, even this theory was inadmissible.

The magistrate, the mayor, the captain and the doctor set to work searching in pairs, putting aside the smallest branch along the water.

Renardet said to the judge: 

“How does it happen that this wretch has concealed or carried away the clothes, and has thus left the body exposed, in sight of every one?”

The other, crafty and sagacious, answered: 

“Ha! ha!  Perhaps a dodge?  This crime has been committed either by a brute or by a sly scoundrel.  In any case, we’ll easily succeed in finding him.”

The noise of wheels made them turn their heads round.  It was the deputy magistrate, the doctor and the registrar of the court who had arrived in their turn.  They resumed their search, all chatting in an animated fashion.

Renardet said suddenly: 

“Do you know that you are to take luncheon with me?”

Every one smilingly accepted the invitation, and the magistrate, thinking that the case of little Louise Roque had occupied enough attention for one day, turned toward the mayor.

“I can have the body brought to your house, can I not?  You have a room in which you can keep it for me till this evening?”

The other became confused and stammered: 

“Yes—­no—­no.  To tell the truth, I prefer that it should not come into my house on account of—­on account of my servants, who are already talking about ghosts in—­in my tower, in the Fox’s tower.  You know—­I could no longer keep a single one.  No—­I prefer not to have it in my house.”