She
mistrusts nothing, and so the count can approach her from behind,
without her thinking of turning her head.
"When she hears him coming up softly, she imagines that he is going
to surprise her with a kiss. He, meanwhile, armed with a long dagger,
stands beside his wife. He knows where to strike that the wound may
be mortal. He chooses the place at a glance; takes aim; strikes a
terrible blow--so terrible that the handle of the dagger imprints
itself on both sides of the wound. The countess falls without a
sound, bruising her forehead on the edge of the table, which is
overturned. Is not the position of the terrible wound below the
left shoulder thus explained--a wound almost vertical, its
direction being from right to left?"
The doctor made a motion of assent.
"And who, besides a woman's lover or her husband is admitted to her
chamber, or can approach her when she is seated without her turning
round?"
"That's clear," muttered M. Plantat.
"The countess is now dead," pursued M. Lecoq. "The assassin's first
emotion is one of triumph. He is at last rid of her who was his wife,
whom he hated enough to murder her, and to change his happy, splendid,
envied existence for a frightful life, henceforth without country,
friend, or refuge, proscribed by all nations, tracked by all the
police, punishable by the laws of all the world! His second thought
is of this letter or paper, this object of small size which he knows
to be in his wife's keeping, which he has demanded a hundred times,
which she would not give up to him, and which he must have.
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