“How was that?”

“Why, I only know what miss told us herself.”

“Let us hear what she said.”

“Ah!  It is a very singular story.  When this gentleman whom I have just seen here rang the bell at our gate, Miss Martha, who had already gone to bed, got up again, and went to the window to see who it was.  She saw me go and open, with a candle in my hand, and come back again with the gentleman behind me.  She was just going to bed again, when she thought she saw one of the statues in the garden move, and walk right off.  We told her it could not be so; but she did not mind us.  She told us over and over again that she was quite sure that she saw that statue come up the avenue, and take a place behind the tree which is nearest to the parlor-window.”

Trumence looked triumphant.

“That was I!” he cried.

The girl looked at him, and said, only moderately surprised,—­

“That may very well be.”

“What do you know about it?” asked M. Daubigeon.

“I know it must have been a man who had stolen into the garden, and who had frightened Miss Martha so terribly, because Dr. Seignebos dropped, in going out, a five-franc piece just at the foot of that tree, where miss said she had seen the man standing.  The valet who showed the doctor out helped him look for his money; and, as they sought with the candle, they saw the footprints of a man who wore iron-shod shoes.”

“The marks of my shoes!” broke in Trumence again; and sitting down, and raising his legs, he said to the magistrate,—­

“Just look at my shoes, and you will see there is no lack of iron nails!”

But there was no need for such evidence; and he was told,—­

“Never mind that!  We believe you.”

“And you, my good girl,” said M. Daubigeon again, “can you tell us, if, after these occurrences, Count Claudieuse had any explanation with your mistress?”

“No, I do not know.  Only I saw that the count and the countess were no longer as they used to be with each other.”

That was all she knew.  She was asked to sign her deposition; and then M. Daubigeon told her she might go.

Then, turning to Trumence, he said,—­

“You will be taken to jail now.  But you are an honest man, and you need not give yourself any trouble.  Go now.”

The magistrate and the commonwealth attorney remained alone now, since, of course, a clerk counts for nothing.

“Well,” said M. Daubigeon, “what do you think of that?”

M. Galpin was dumfounded.

“It is enough to make one mad,” he murmured.

“Do you begin to see how that M. Folgat was right when he said the case was far from being so clear as you pretended?”

“Ah! who would not have been deceived as I was?  You yourself, at one time at least, were of my opinion.  And yet, if the Countess Claudieuse and M. de Boiscoran are both innocent, who is the guilty one?”