“Who, then, could be guilty?”
“If she had an accomplice?”
“Well, she will tell me who it is. I will insist upon it, I will make her tell. I will not be disgraced. I am innocent, I will not go to the galleys!”
To try and make Jacques listen to reason would have been madness just now.
“Have a care,” said the young lawyer. “Our defence is difficult enough already; do not make it still more so.”
“I shall be careful.”
“A scene might ruin us irrevocably.”
“Be not afraid!”
M. Folgat said nothing more. He thought he could guess by what means Jacques would try to get out of prison. But he did not ask him about the details, because his position as his counsel made it his duty not to know, or, at least, to seem not to know, certain things.
“Now, my dear sir,” said the prisoner, “you will render me a service, will you not?”