“Agreed,” said the old advocate.
“Well. When shall we go and see M. de Boiscoran?”
“To-morrow morning.”
“I can, of course, take no steps till I have seen him.”
“Yes, but you cannot be admitted, except by a special permission from M. Galpin; and I doubt if we can procure that to-day.”
“That is provoking.”
“No, since we have our work all cut out for to-day. We have to go over all the papers of the proceedings, which the magistrate has placed in my hands.”
Dr. Seignebos was boiling over with impatience. He broke in,—
“Oh, what words! Go to work, Mr. Advocate, to work, I say. Come, shall we go?”
They were leaving the room when M. de Chandore called them back by a gesture. He said,—