A.—I had written to her not to expect me.’”
“Ah! M. Galpin is a clever fellow,” growled M. Magloire.
“Finally,” said M. Folgat, “here is a passage from your last but one examination,—
“‘Q.—When you wanted to send anybody to Sauveterre, whom did you usually employ?
A.—The son of one of my tenants, Michael.
Q.—It was he, I suppose, who, on the evening of the crime, carried the letter to Miss Chandore, in which you told her not to expect you?
A.—Yes.
Q.—You pretended you would be kept by some important business?
A.—That is the usual pretext.
Q.—But in your case it was no pretext. Where had you to go? and where did you go?