The prisoner"s imperturbable coolness of demeanor did not forsake him. He took the jewel in his hand, examined it attentively, held it up to the light, admired its brilliant scintillations, and said: "It is a very handsome stone, but I didn"t notice it."
"This stone," remarked the magistrate, "is a diamond."
"Ah!"
"Yes; and worth several thousand francs."
"So much as that!"
This exclamation may have been in accordance with the spirit of the part a.s.sumed by the prisoner; though, at the same time, its simplicity was undoubtedly far-fetched. It was strange that a nomad, such as the murderer pretended to have been, acquainted with most of the countries and capitals of Europe, should have displayed this astonishment on learning the value of a diamond. Still, M. Segmuller did not seem to notice the discrepancy.
"Another thing," said he. "When you threw down your pistol, crying, "Come and take me," what did you intend to do?"
"I intended to make my escape."
"In what way?"
"Why, of course, by the door, sir-by-"
"Yes, by the back door," retorted the magistrate, with freezing irony. "It remains for you to explain how you-you who had just entered that hovel for the first time-could have known of this door"s existence."
For once, in the course of the examination, the prisoner seemed troubled. For an instant all his a.s.surance forsook him. He evidently perceived the danger of his position, and after a considerable effort he contrived to burst out in a laugh. His laugh was a poor one, however; it rang false, and failed to conceal a sensation of deep anxiety. Growing gradually bolder, he at length exclaimed: "That"s nonsense, I had just seen these two women go out by that very door."
"Excuse me, you declared a minute ago that you did not see these women leave: that you were too busy to watch their movements."
"Did I say that?"
"Word for word; the pa.s.sage shall be shown you. Goguet, find it."
The clerk at once read the pa.s.sage referred to, whereupon the prisoner undertook to show that the remark had been misunderstood. He had not said-at least, he did not intend to say-that; they had quite misinterpreted his words. With such remarks did he try to palliate the effect of his apparent blunders.
In the mean while, Lecoq was jubilant. "Ah, my fine fellow," thought he, "you are contradicting yourself-you are in deep water already-you are lost. There"s no hope for you."
The prisoner"s situation was indeed not unlike that of a bather, who, unable to swim, imprudently advances into the sea until the water rises above his chin. He may for a while have preserved his equilibrium, despite the buffeting of the waves, but now he totters, loses his footing-another second, and he will sink!
"Enough-enough!" said the magistrate, cutting the prisoner"s embarra.s.sed explanation short. "Now, if you started out merely with the intention of amusing yourself, how did it happen that you took your revolver with you?"
"I had it with me while I was traveling, and did not think of leaving it at the hotel any more than I thought of changing my clothes."
"Where did you purchase it?"
"It was given me by M. Simpson as a souvenir."
"Confess that this M. Simpson is a very convenient personage," said the magistrate coldly. "Still, go on with your story. Only two chambers of this murderous weapon were discharged, but three men were killed. You have not told me the end of the affair."
"What"s the use?" exclaimed the prisoner, in saddened tones. "Two of my a.s.sailants had fallen; the struggle became an equal one. I seized the remaining man, the soldier, round the body, and threw him down. He fell against a corner of the table, and did not rise again."
M. Segmuller had unfolded upon his desk the plan of the Poivriere drawn by Lecoq. "Come here," he said, addressing the prisoner, "and show me on this paper the precise spot you and your adversaries occupied."
May obeyed, and with an a.s.surance of manner a little surprising in a man in his position, he proceeded to explain the drama. "I entered," said he, "by this door, marked C; I seated myself at the table, H, to the left of the entrance: my a.s.sailants occupied the table between the fireplace, F, and the window, B."
"I must admit," said the magistrate, "that your a.s.sertions fully agree with the statements of the physicians, who say that one of the shots must have been fired about a yard off, and the other about two yards off."
This was a victory for the prisoner, but he only shrugged his shoulders and murmured: "That proves that the physicians knew their business."
Lecoq was delighted. This part of the prisoner"s narrative not merely agreed with the doctor"s statements, but also confirmed his own researches. The young detective felt that, had he been the examiner, he would have conducted the investigation in precisely the same way. Accordingly, he thanked heaven that M. Segmuller had supplied the place of M. d"Escorval.
"This admitted," resumed the magistrate, "it remains for you to explain a sentence you uttered when the agent you see here arrested you."
"What sentence?"
"You exclaimed: "Ah, it"s the Prussians who are coming; I"m lost!" What did you mean by that?"
A fleeting crimson tinge suffused the prisoner"s cheek. It was evident that if he had antic.i.p.ated the other questions, and had been prepared for them, this one, at least, was unexpected. "It"s very strange," said he, with ill-disguised embarra.s.sment, "that I should have said such a thing!"
"Five persons heard you," insisted the magistrate.
The prisoner did not immediately reply. He was evidently trying to gain time, ransacking in his mind for a plausible explanation. "After all," he ultimately said, "the thing"s quite possible. When I was with M. Simpson, we had with us an old soldier who had belonged to Napoleon"s body-guard and had fought at Waterloo. I recollect he was always repeating that phrase. I must have caught the habit from him."
This explanation, though rather slow in coming, was none the less ingenious. At least, M. Segmuller appeared to be perfectly satisfied. "That"s very plausible," said he; "but there is one circ.u.mstance that pa.s.ses my comprehension. Were you freed from your a.s.sailants before the police entered the place? Answer me, yes or no."
"Yes."
"Then why, instead of making your escape by the back door, the existence of which you had divined, did you remain on the threshold of the door leading into the back room, with a table before you to serve as a barricade, and your revolver leveled at the police, as if to keep them at bay?"
The prisoner hung his head, and the magistrate had to wait for his answer. "I was a fool," he stammered at last. "I didn"t know whether these men were police agents or friends of the fellows I had killed."
"In either case your own interest should have induced you to fly."
The prisoner remained silent.
"Ah, well!" resumed M. Segmuller, "let me tell you my opinion. I believe you designedly and voluntarily exposed yourself to the danger of being arrested in order to protect the retreat of the two women who had just left."
"Why should I have risked my own safety for two hussies I did not even know?"
"Excuse me. The prosecution is strongly inclined to believe that you know these two women very well."
"I should like to see any one prove that!" So saying, the prisoner smiled sneeringly, but at once changed countenance when the magistrate retorted in a tone of a.s.surance: "I will prove it."
XII
M. Segmuller certainly wished that a number had been branded upon the enigmatical prisoner before him. And yet he did not by any means despair, and his confidence, exaggerated though it might be, was not at all feigned. He was of opinion that the weakest point of the prisoner"s defense so far was his pretended ignorance concerning the two women. He proposed to return to this subject later on. In the mean while, however, there were other matters to be dealt with.
When he felt that his threat as regards the women had had time to produce its full effect, the magistrate continued: "So, prisoner, you a.s.sert that you were acquainted with none of the persons you met at the Poivriere."
"I swear it."
"Have you never had occasion to meet a person called Lacheneur, an individual whose name is connected with this unfortunate affair?"
"I heard the name for the first time when it was p.r.o.nounced by the dying soldier. Poor fellow! I had just dealt him his death blow; and yet his last words testified to my innocence."
This sentimental outburst produced no impression whatever upon the magistrate. "In that case," said he, "I suppose you are willing to accept this soldier"s statement."
The man hesitated, as if conscious that he had fallen into a snare, and that he would be obliged to weigh each answer carefully. "I accept it," said he at last. "Of course I accept it."
"Very well, then. This soldier, as you must recollect, wished to revenge himself on Lacheneur, who, by promising him a sum of money, had inveigled him into a conspiracy. A conspiracy against whom? Evidently against you; and yet you pretend that you had only arrived in Paris that evening, and that mere chance brought you to the Poivriere. Can you reconcile such conflicting statements?"
The prisoner had the hardihood to shrug his shoulders disdainfully. "I see the matter in an entirely different light," said he. "These people were plotting mischief against I don"t know whom-and it was because I was in their way that they sought a quarrel with me, without any cause whatever."
Skilfully as the magistrate had delivered this thrust, it had been as skilfully parried; so skilfully, indeed, that Goguet, the smiling clerk, could not conceal an approving grimace. Besides, on principle, he always took the prisoner"s part, in a mild, Platonic way, of course.
"Let us consider the circ.u.mstances that followed your arrest," resumed M. Segmuller. "Why did you refuse to answer all the questions put to you?"
A gleam of real or a.s.sumed resentment shone in the prisoner"s eyes.
"This examination," he growled, "will alone suffice to make a culprit out of an innocent man!"
"I advise you, in your own interest, to behave properly. Those who arrested you observed that you were conversant with all the prison formalities and rules."
"Ah! sir, haven"t I told you that I have been arrested and put in prison several times-always on account of my papers? I told you the truth, and you shouldn"t taunt me for having done so."
The prisoner had dropped his mask of careless gaiety, and had a.s.sumed a surly, discontented tone. But his troubles were by no means ended; in fact, the battle had only just begun. Laying a tiny linen bag on his desk, M. Segmuller asked him if he recognized it.
"Perfectly! It is the package that the governor of the Depot placed in his safe."
The magistrate opened the bag, and poured the dust that it contained on to a sheet of paper. "You are aware, prisoner," said he, "that this dust comes from the mud that was sticking to your feet. The police agent who collected it has been to the station-house where you spent the night of the murder, and has discovered that the composition of this dust is identical with that of the floor of the cell you occupied."
The prisoner listened with gaping mouth.
"Hence," continued the magistrate, "it was certainly at the station-house, and designedly, that you soiled your feet with that mud. In doing so you had an object."
"I wished-"
"Let me finish. Being determined to keep your ident.i.ty secret, and to a.s.sume the character of a member of the lower cla.s.ses-of a mountebank, if you please-you reflected that the care you bestow upon your person might betray you. You foresaw the impression that would be caused when the coa.r.s.e, ill-fitting boots you wore were removed, and the officials perceived your trim, clean feet, which are as well kept as your hands. Accordingly, what did you do? You poured some of the water that was in the pitcher in your cell on to the ground and then dabbled your feet in the mud that had thus been formed."
During these remarks the prisoner"s face wore, by turns, an expression of anxiety, astonishment, irony, and mirth. When the magistrate had finished, he burst into a hearty laugh.
"So that"s the result of twelve or fourteen hours" research," he at length exclaimed, turning toward Lecoq. "Ah! Mr. Agent, it"s good to be sharp, but not so sharp as that. The truth is, that when I was taken to the station-house, forty-eight hours-thirty-six of them spent in a railway carriage-had elapsed since I had taken off my boots. My feet were red and swollen, and they burned like fire. What did I do? I poured some water over them. As for your other suspicions, if I have a soft white skin, it is only because I take care of myself. Besides, as is usual with most men of my profession, I rarely wear anything but slippers on my feet. This is so true that, on leaving Leipsic, I only owned a single pair of boots, and that was an old cast-off pair given me by M. Simpson."
Lecoq struck his chest. "Fool, imbecile, idiot, that I am!" he thought. "He was waiting to be questioned about this circ.u.mstance. He is so wonderfully shrewd that, when he saw me take the dust, he divined my intentions; and since then he has managed to concoct this story-a plausible story enough-and one that any jury would believe."
M. Segmuller was saying the same thing to himself. But he was not so surprised nor so overcome by the skill the prisoner had displayed in fencing with this point. "Let us continue," said he. "Do you still persist in your statements, prisoner?"
"Yes."
"Very well; then I shall be forced to tell you that what you are saying is untrue."
The prisoner"s lips trembled visibly, and it was with difficulty that he faltered: "May my first mouthful of bread strangle me, if I have uttered a single falsehood!"
"A single falsehood! Wait."
The magistrate drew from the drawer of his desk the molds of the footprints prepared by Lecoq, and showing them to the murderer, he said: "You told me a few minutes ago that the two women were as tall as grenadiers; now, just look at the footprints made by these female giants. They were as "dark as moles," you said; a witness will tell you that one of them was a small, delicate-featured blonde, with an exceedingly sweet voice." He sought the prisoner"s eyes, gazed steadily into them, and added slowly: "And this witness is the driver whose cab was hired in the Rue de Chevaleret by the two fugitives, both short, fair-haired women."
This sentence fell like a thunderbolt upon the prisoner; he grew pale, tottered, and leaned against the wall for support.
"Ah! you have told me the truth!" scornfully continued the pitiless magistrate. "Then, who is this man who was waiting for you while you were at the Poivriere? Who is this accomplice who, after your arrest, dared to enter the Widow Chupin"s den to regain possession of some compromising object-no doubt a letter-which he knew he would find in the pocket of the Widow Chupin"s ap.r.o.n? Who is this devoted, courageous friend who feigned drunkenness so effectually that even the police were deceived, and thoughtlessly placed him in confinement with you? Dare you deny that you have not arranged your system of defense in concert with him? Can you affirm that he did not give the Widow Chupin counsel as to the course she should pursue?"
But already, thanks to his power of self-control, the prisoner had mastered his agitation. "All this," said he, in a harsh voice, "is a mere invention of the police!"
However faithfully one may describe an examination of this kind, a narrative can convey no more idea of the real scene than a heap of cold ashes can give the effect of a glowing fire. One can note down each word, each e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n, but phraseology is powerless to portray the repressed animation, the impa.s.sioned movements, the studied reticence, the varied tones of voice, the now bold, now faltering glances, full of hatred and suspicion, which follow each other in rapid succession, mostly on the prisoner"s side, but not entirely so, for although the magistrate may be an adept in the art of concealing his feelings, at times nature can not be controlled.
When the prisoner reeled beneath the magistrate"s last words, the latter could not control his feelings. "He yields," he thought, "he succ.u.mbs-he is mine!"
But all hope of immediate success vanished when M. Segmuller saw his redoubtable adversary struggle against his momentary weakness, and arm himself for the fight with renewed, and, if possible, even greater energy. The magistrate perceived that it would require more than one a.s.sault to over-come such a stubborn nature. So, in a voice rendered still more harsh by disappointment, he resumed: "It is plain that you are determined to deny evidence itself."
The prisoner had recovered all his self-possession. He must have bitterly regretted his weakness, for a fiendish spite glittered in his eyes. "What evidence!" he asked, frowning. "This romance invented by the police is very plausible, I don"t deny it; but it seems to me that the truth is quite as probable. You talk to me about a cabman whose vehicle was hired by two short, fair-haired women: but who can prove that these women were the same that fled from the Poivriere?"
"The police agent you see here followed the tracks they left across the snow."
"Ah! at night-time-across fields intersected by ditches, and up a long street-a fine rain falling all the while, and a thaw already beginning! Oh, your story is very probable!"
As he spoke, the murderer extended his arm toward Lecoq, and then, in a tone of crushing scorn, he added: "A man must have great confidence in himself, or a wild longing for advancement, to try and get a man guillotined on such evidence as that!"
At these words, Goguet, the smiling clerk, whose pen was rapidly flying across the paper, could not help remarking to himself: "The arrow has entered the bull"s-eye this time!"
The comment was not without foundation: for Lecoq was evidently cut to the quick. Indeed, he was so incensed that, forgetful of his subordinate position, he sprang to his feet, exclaiming: "This circ.u.mstance would be of slight importance if it were not one of a long chain-"
"Be good enough to keep silent," interrupted the magistrate, who, turning to the prisoner, added: "The court does not utilize the proofs and testimony collected by the police until it has examined and weighed them."
"No matter," murmured the prisoner. "I should like to see this cab-driver."
"Have no fear about that; he shall repeat his evidence in your presence."
"Very well. I am satisfied then. I will ask him how he can distinguish people"s faces when it is as dark as-"
He checked himself, apparently enlightened by a sudden inspiration.
"How stupid I am!" he exclaimed. "I"m losing my temper about these people when you know all the while who they are. For of course the cabmen drove them home."