M.
Domini's surprise increased every minute as he proceeded; while at
times, exclamations of astonishment passed his lips: "Is it
possible?" "That is hard to believe!"
M. Lecoq finished his recital; he tranquilly munched a lozenge, and
added:
"What does Monsieur the Judge of Instruction think now?"
M. Domini was fain to confess that he was almost satisfied. A man,
however, never permits an opinion deliberately and carefully formed
to be refuted by one whom he looks on as an inferior, without a
secret chagrin. But in this case the evidence was too abundant,
and too positive to be resisted.
"I am convinced," said he, "that a crime was committed on Monsieur
Sauvresy with the dearly paid assistance of this Robelot. To-morrow
I shall give instructions to Doctor Gendron to proceed at once to an
exhumation and autopsy of the late master of Valfeuillu."
"And you may be sure that I shall find the poison," chimed in the
doctor.
"Very well," resumed M. Domini. "But does it necessarily follow that
because Monsieur Tremorel poisoned his friend to marry his widow, he
yesterday killed his wife and then fled? I don't think so.
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