Within an Inch of His Life | Page 6

of his voice one might have imagined it was he himself who had
been afflicted; and the lawyer was so strongly impressed in this way,
that he said,--
"My dear friend, what is the matter? /Quid?/ Courage, my friend, keep
cool! Remember that the poet advises us, in misfortune never to lose
our balance of mind:--

'AEquam, memento, rebus in arduis, Sevare mentem.' "
"Incendiaries have set Valpinson on fire!" broke in the mayor.
"You do not say so? Great God!
'Jupiter, Quod verbum audio.' "
"More than that. Count Claudieuse has been shot, and by this time he is
probably dead."
"Oh!"
"You hear the drummer is beating the alarm. I am going to the fire; and
I have only come here to report the matter officially to you, and to ask
you to see to it that justice be done promptly and energetically."
There was no need of such a serious appeal to stop at once all the
lawyer's quotations.
"Enough!" he said eagerly. "Come, let us take measures to catch the
wretches."
When they reached National Street, it was as full as at mid-day; for
Sauveterre is one of those rare provincial towns in which an excitement
is too rare a treat to be neglected. The sad event had by this time
become fully known everywhere. At first the news had been doubted;
but when the doctor's cab had passed the crowd at full speed, escorted
by a peasant on horseback, the reports were believed. Nor had the
firemen lost time. As soon as the mayor and M. Daubigeon appeared on
New-Market Square, Capt. Parenteau rushed up to them, and, touching
his helmet with a military salute, said,--
"My men are ready."
"All?"
"There are hardly ten absentees. When they heard that Count and
Countess Claudieuse were in need--great heavens!--you know, they all
were ready in a moment."
"Well, then, start and make haste," commanded M. Seneschal. "We
shall overtake you on the way: M. Daubigeon and I are going to pick
up M. Galpin, the magistrate."
They had not far to go.
The magistrate had already been looking for them all over town: he was
just appearing on the Square, and saw them at once.
In striking contrast with the commonwealth attorney, M. Galpin was a
professional man in the full sense of the word, and perhaps a little more.
He was the magistrate all over, from head to foot, and from the gaiters

on his ankles to the light blonde whiskers on his face. Although he was
quite young, yet no one had ever seen him smile, or heard him make a
joke. He was so very stiff that M. Daubigeon suggested he had been
impaled alive on the sword of justice.
At Sauveterre M. Galpin was looked upon as a superior man. He
certainly believed it himself: hence he was very impatient at being
confined to so narrow a sphere of action, and thought his brilliant
ability wasted upon the prosecution of a chicken-thief or a poacher. But
his almost desperate efforts to secure a better office had always been
unsuccessful. In vain he had enlisted a host of friends in his behalf. In
vain he had thrown himself into politics, ready to serve any party that
would serve him.
But M. Galpin's ambition was not easily discouraged, and lately after a
journey to Paris, he had thrown out hints at a great match, which would
shortly procure him that influence in high places which so far he had
been unable to obtain. When he joined M. Daubigeon and the mayor,
he said,--
"Well, this is a horrible affair! It will make a tremendous noise." The
mayor began to give him the details, but he said,--
"Don't trouble yourself. I know all you know. I met the peasant who
had been sent in, and I have examined him."
Then, turning to the commonwealth attorney, he added,--
"I think we ought to proceed at once to the place where the crime has
been committed."
"I was going to suggest it to you," replied M. Daubigeon.
"The gendarmes ought to be notified."
"M. Seneschal has just sent them word."
The magistrate was so much excited, that his cold impassiveness
actually threatened to give way for once.
"There has been an attempt at murder."
"Evidently."
"Then we can act in concert, and side by side, each one in his own line
of duty, you examining, and I preparing for the trial."
An ironical smile passed over the lips of the commonwealth attorney.
"You ought to know me well enough," he said, "to be sure that I have
never interfered with your duties and privileges. I am nothing but a
good old fellow, a friend of peace and of studies.

'Sum piger et senior, Pieridumque comes.' "
"Then," exclaimed M. Seneschal,