M. Galpin stopped him by a gesture.
“That is not so,” he said severely.
“Oh!”
“You never went to Brechy.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“And the proof is, that, about eleven o’clock, you were hurriedly crossing the forest of Rochepommier.”
“I?”
“Yes, you! And do not say No; for there are your trousers torn to pieces by the thorns and briers through which you must have made your way.”
“There are briers elsewhere as well as in the forest.”
“To be sure; but you were seen there.”