“Jacques is safe!” exclaimed M. de Chandore.
M. Seneschal was not so easily won over.
“That is specious pleading,” he said. “Unfortunately, we want something more than a logic conclusion to meet a jury with an abundance of witnesses on the other side.”
“We will find more on our side.”
“What do you propose to do?”
“I do not know. I have just told you my first impression. Now I must study the case, and examine the witnesses, beginning with old Anthony.”
M. de Chandore had risen. He said,—
“We can reach Boiscoran in an hour. Shall I send for my carriage?”
“As quickly as possible,” replied the young lawyer.
M. de Chandore’s servant was back in a quarter of an hour, and announced that the carriage was at the door. M. de Chandore and M. Folgat took their seats; and, while they were getting in, the mayor warned the young Paris lawyer,—