At any other time, the old fellow would have felt ashamed at having deserved such a reprimand. Now, it made no impression on him.
"I can"t be quiet," he replied. "Never has anything like this been known before. All that I mentioned has been found. Broken foil, lavender kid gloves slightly frayed, cigar-holder; nothing is wanting. You shall have them, sir, and many other things besides. I have a little system of my own, which appears by no means a bad one. Just see the triumph of my method of induction, which Gevrol ridiculed so much. I"d give a hundred francs if he were only here now. But no; my Gevrol wants to nab the man with the earrings; he is just capable of doing that. He is a fine fellow, this Gevrol, a famous fellow! How much do you give him a year for his skill?"
"Come, my dear M. Tabaret," said the magistrate, as soon as he could get in a word, "be serious, if you can, and let us proceed in order."
"Pooh!" replied the old fellow, "what good will that do? It is a clear case now. When they bring the fellow before you, merely show him the particles of kid taken from behind the nails of the victim, side by side with his torn gloves, and you will overwhelm him. I wager that he will confess all, hic et nunc,--yes, I wager my head against his; although that"s pretty risky; for he may get off yet! Those milk-sops on the jury are just capable of according him extenuating circ.u.mstances. Ah! all those delays are fatal to justice! Why if all the world were of my mind, the punishment of rascals wouldn"t take such a time. They should be hanged as soon as caught. That"s my opinion."
M. Daburon resigned himself to this shower of words. As soon as the old fellow"s excitement had cooled down a little, he began questioning him.
He even then had great trouble in obtaining the exact details of the arrest; details which later on were confirmed by the commissary"s official report.
The magistrate appeared very surprised when he heard that Albert had exclaimed, "I am lost!" at sight of the warrant. "That," muttered he, "is a terrible proof against him."
"I should think so," replied old Tabaret. "In his ordinary state, he would never have allowed himself to utter such words; for they in fact destroy him. We arrested him when he was scarcely awake. He hadn"t been in bed, but was lying in a troubled sleep, upon a sofa, when we arrived.
I took good care to let a frightened servant ran in advance, and to follow closely upon him myself, to see the effect. All my arrangements were made. But, never fear, he will find a plausible excuse for this fatal exclamation. By the way, I should add that we found on the floor, near by, a crumpled copy of last evening"s "Gazette de France," which contained an account of the a.s.sa.s.sination. This is the first time that a piece of news in the papers ever helped to nab a criminal."
"Yes," murmured the magistrate, deep in thought, "yes, you are a valuable man, M. Tabaret." Then, louder, he added, "I am thoroughly convinced; for M. Gerdy has just this moment left me."
"You have seen Noel!" cried the old fellow. On the instant all his proud self-satisfaction disappeared. A cloud of anxiety spread itself like a veil over his beaming countenance. "Noel here," he repeated. Then he timidly added: "And does he know?"
"Nothing," replied M. Daburon. "I had no need of mentioning your name.
Besides, had I not promised absolute secrecy?"
"Ah, that"s all right," cried old Tabaret. "And what do you think sir, of Noel?"
"His is, I am sure, a n.o.ble, worthy heart," said the magistrate; "a nature both strong and tender. The sentiments which I heard him express here, and the genuineness of which it is impossible to doubt, manifested an elevation of soul, unhappily, very rare. Seldom in my life have I met with a man who so won my sympathy from the first. I can well understand one"s pride in being among his friends."
"Just what I said; he has precisely the same effect upon every one. I love him as though he were my own child; and, whatever happens, he will inherit almost the whole of my fortune: yes, I intend leaving him everything. My will is made, and is in the hands of M. Baron, my notary.
There is a small legacy, too, for Madame Gerdy; but I am going to have the paragraph that relates to that taken out at once."
"Madame Gerdy, M. Tabaret, will soon be beyond all need of worldly goods."
"How, what do you mean? Has the count--"
"She is dying, and is not likely to live through the day; M. Gerdy told me so himself."
"Ah! heavens!" cried the old fellow, "what is that you say? Dying? Noel will be distracted; but no: since she is not his mother, how can it affect him? Dying! I thought so much of her before this discovery. Poor humanity! It seems as though all the accomplices are pa.s.sing away at the same time; for I forgot to tell you, that, just as I was leaving the Commarin mansion, I heard a servant tell another that the count had fallen down in a fit on learning the news of his son"s arrest."
"That will be a great misfortune for M. Gerdy."
"For Noel?"
"I had counted upon M. de Commarin"s testimony to recover for him all that he so well deserves. The count dead, Widow Lerouge dead, Madame Gerdy dying, or in any event insane, who then can tell us whether the subst.i.tution alluded to in the letters was ever carried into execution?"
"True," murmured old Tabaret; "it is true! And I did not think of it.
What fatality! For I am not deceived; I am certain that--"
He did not finish. The door of M. Daburon"s office opened, and the Count de Commarin himself appeared on the threshold, as rigid as one of those old portraits which look as though they were frozen in their gilded frames. The n.o.bleman motioned with his hand, and the two servants who had helped him up as far as the door, retired.
CHAPTER XI.
It was indeed the Count de Commarin, though more like his shadow. His head, usually carried so high, leant upon his chest; his figure was bent; his eyes had no longer their accustomed fire; his hands trembled.
The extreme disorder of his dress rendered more striking still the change which had come over him. In one night, he had grown twenty years older. This man, yesterday so proud of never having bent to a storm, was now completely shattered. The pride of his name had const.i.tuted his entire strength; that humbled, he seemed utterly overwhelmed. Everything in him gave way at once; all his supports failed him at the same time.
His cold, lifeless gaze revealed the dull stupor of his thoughts.
He presented such a picture of utter despair that the investigating magistrate slightly shuddered at the sight. M. Tabaret looked frightened, and even the clerk seemed moved.
"Constant," said M. Daburon quickly, "go with M. Tabaret, and see if there"s any news at the Prefecture."
The clerk left the room, followed by the detective, who went away regretfully. The count had not noticed their presence; he paid no attention to their departure.
M. Daburon offered him a seat, which he accepted with a sad smile. "I feel so weak," said he, "you must excuse my sitting."
Apologies to an investigating magistrate! What an advance in civilisation, when the n.o.bles consider themselves subject to the law, and bow to its decrees! Every one respects justice now-a-days, and fears it a little, even when only represented by a simple and conscientious investigating magistrate.
"You are, perhaps, too unwell, count," said the magistrate, "to give me the explanations I had hoped for."
"I am better, thank you," replied M. de Commarin, "I am as well as could be expected after the shock I have received. When I heard of the crime of which my son is accused, and of his arrest, I was thunderstruck.
I believed myself a strong man; but I rolled in the dust. My servants thought me dead. Why was it not so? The strength of my const.i.tution, my physician tells me, was all that saved me; but I believe that heaven wishes me to live, that I may drink to the bitter dregs my cup of humiliation."
He stopped suddenly, nearly choked by a flow of blood that rose to his mouth.
The investigating magistrate remained standing near the table, almost afraid to move.
After a few moments" rest, the count found relief, and continued,--"Unhappy man that I am! ought I not to have expected it?
Everything comes to light sooner or later. I am punished for my great sin,--pride. I thought myself out of reach of the thunderbolt; and I have been the means of drawing down the storm upon my house. Albert an a.s.sa.s.sin! A Viscount de Commarin arraigned before a court of a.s.size! Ah, sir, punish me, also; for I alone and long ago, laid the foundation of this crime. Fifteen centuries of spotless fame end with me in infamy."
M. Daburon considered Count de Commarin"s conduct unpardonable, and had determined not to spare him.
He had expected to meet a proud, haughty n.o.ble, almost unmanageable; and he had resolved to humble his arrogance.
Perhaps the harsh treatment he had received of old from the Marchioness d"Arlange had given him, unconsciously, a slight grudge against the aristocracy.
He had vaguely thought of certain rather severe remarks, which were to overcome the old n.o.bleman, and bring him to a sense of his position.
But when he found himself in the presence of such a sincere repentance, his indignation changed to profound pity; and he began to wonder how he could a.s.suage the count"s grief.
"Write, sir," continued M. de Commarin with an exaltation of which he did not seem capable ten minutes before,--"write my avowal and suppress nothing. I have no longer need of mercy nor of tenderness. What have I to fear now? Is not my disgrace public? Must not I, Count Rheteau de Commarin appear before the tribunal, to proclaim the infamy of our house? Ah! all is lost now, even honour itself. Write, sir; for I wish that all the world shall know that I am the most deserving of blame. But they shall also know that the punishment has been already terrible, and that there was no need for this last and awful trial."
The count stopped for a moment, to concentrate and arrange his memory.
He soon continued, in a firmer voice, and adapting his tone to what he had to say, "When I was of Albert"s age, sir, my parents made me marry, in spite of my protestations, the n.o.blest and purest of young girls. I made her the most unhappy of women. I could not love her. I cherished a most pa.s.sionate love for a mistress, who had trusted herself to me, and whom I had loved for a long time. I found her rich in beauty, purity and mind. Her name was Valerie. My heart is, so to say, dead and cold in me, sir, but, ah! when I p.r.o.nounce that name, it still has a great effect upon me. In spite of my marriage, I could not induce myself to part from her, though she wished me to. The idea of sharing my love with another was revolting to her. No doubt she loved me then. Our relations continued. My wife and my mistress became mothers at nearly the same time. This coincidence suggested to me the fatal idea of sacrificing my legitimate son to his less fortunate brother. I communicated this project to Valerie. To my great surprise, she refused it with horror.
Already the maternal instinct was aroused within her; she would not be separated from her child. I have preserved, as a monument of my folly, the letters which she wrote to me at that time. I re-read them only last night. Ah! why did I not listen to both her arguments and her prayers?
It was because I was mad. She had a sort of presentiment of the evil which overwhelms me to-day. But I came to Paris;--I had absolute control over her. I threatened to leave her, never to see her again. She yielded; and my valet and Claudine Lerouge were charged with this wicked subst.i.tution. It is, therefore, the son of my mistress who bears the t.i.tle of Viscount de Commarin, and who was arrested but a short time ago."
M. Daburon had not hoped for a declaration so clear, and above all so prompt. He secretly rejoiced for the young advocate whose n.o.ble sentiments had quite captivated him.
"So, count," said he, "you acknowledge that M. Noel Gerdy is the issue of your legitimate marriage, and that he alone is ent.i.tled to bear your name?"