Now, what would happen in such a case?

M. Gransiere, no doubt, would hold him responsible.  He would say,—­

“I had to draw my arguments from your part of the work.  I did not obtain a condemnation, because your work was imperfect.  A man like myself ought not to be exposed to such an humiliation, and, least of all, in a case which is sure to create an immense sensation.  You do not understand your business.”

Such words were a public disgrace.  Instead of the hoped-for promotion, they would bring him an order to go into exile, to Corsica, or to Algiers.

M. Galpin shuddered at the idea.  He saw himself buried under the ruins of his castles in Spain.  And, unluckily, he went once more over all the papers of the investigation, analyzing the evidence he had, like a soldier, who, on the eve of a battle, furbishes up his arms.  However, he only found one objection, the same which M. Daubigeon had made,—­what interest could Jacques have had in committing so great a crime?

“There,” he said, “is evidently the weak part of the armor; and I would do well to point it out to M. Gransiere.  Jacques’s counsel are capable of making that the turning-point of their plea.”

And, in spite of all he had said to M. Daubigeon, he was very much afraid of the counsel for the defence.  He knew perfectly well the prestige which M. Magloire derived from his integrity and disinterestedness.  It was no secret to him, that a cause which M. Magloire espoused was at once considered a good cause.  They said of him,—­

“He may be mistaken; but whatever he says he believes.”  He could not but have a powerful influence, therefore, not on judges who came into court with well-established opinions, but with jurymen who are under the influence of the moment, and may be carried off by the eloquence of a speech.  It is true, M. Magloire did not possess that burning eloquence which thrills a crowd, but M. Folgat had it, and in an uncommon degree.  M. Galpin had made inquiries; and one of his Paris friends had written to him,—­

“Mistrust Folgat.  He is a far more dangerous logician than Lachant, and possesses the same skill in troubling the consciences of jurymen, in moving them, drawing tears from them, and forcing them into an acquittal.  Mind, especially, any incidents that may happen during the trial; for he has always some kind of surprise in reserve.”

“These are my adversaries,” thought M. Galpin.  “What surprise, I wonder, is there in store for me?  Have they really given up all idea of using Cocoleu?”

He had no reason for mistrusting his agent; and yet his apprehensions became so serious, that he went out of his way to look in at the hospital.  The lady superior received him, as a matter of course, with all the signs of profound respect; and, when he inquired about Cocoleu, she added,—­

“Would you like to see him?”

“I confess I should be very glad to do so.”