Part 8 (1/2)
”Who was the victim?”
”A distant cousin, M. Guillaume, who lived at Suresnes.”
”What was the sum stolen?”
”Sixty thousand-franc notes, which this cousin had received the day before, in payment of a long-outstanding debt.”
”Did your husband know that?”
”Yes. His cousin told him of it on the Sunday, in the course of a conversation on the telephone, and Jacques insisted that his cousin ought not to keep so large a sum in the house and that he ought to pay it into a bank next day.”
”Was this in the morning?”
”At one o'clock in the afternoon. Jacques was to have gone to M. Guillaume on his motor-cycle. But he felt tired and told him that he would not go out. So he remained here all day.”
”Alone?”
”Yes. The two servants were out. I went to the Cinema des Ternes with my mother and our friend Dutreuil. In the evening, we learnt that M. Guillaume had been murdered. Next morning, Jacques was arrested.”
”On what evidence?”
The poor creature hesitated to reply: the evidence of guilt had evidently been overwhelming. Then, obeying a sign from Renine, she answered without a pause:
”The murderer went to Suresnes on a motorcycle and the tracks discovered were those of my husband's machine. They found a handkerchief with my husband's initials; and the revolver which was used belonged to him.
Lastly, one of our neighbours maintains that he saw my husband go out on his bicycle at three o'clock and another that he saw him come in at half-past four. The murder was committed at four o'clock.”
”And what does Jacques Aubrieux say in his defence?”
”He declares that he slept all the afternoon. During that time, some one came who managed to unlock the cycle-shed and take the motor-cycle to go to Suresnes. As for the handkerchief and the revolver, they were in the tool-bag. There would be nothing surprising in the murderer's using them.”
”It seems a plausible explanation.”
”Yes, but the prosecution raised two objections. In the first place, n.o.body, absolutely n.o.body, knew that my husband was going to stay at home all day, because, on the contrary, it was his habit to go out on his motor-cycle every Sunday afternoon.”
”And the second objection?”
She flushed and murmured:
”The murderer went to the pantry at M. Guillaume's and drank half a bottle of wine straight out of the bottle, which shows my husband's fingerprints.”
It seemed as though her strength was exhausted and as though, at the same time, the unconscious hope which Renine's intervention had awakened in her had suddenly vanished before the acc.u.mulation of adverse facts. Again she collapsed, withdrawn into a sort of silent meditation from which Hortense's affectionate attentions were unable to distract her.
The mother stammered:
”He's not guilty, is he, sir? And they can't punish an innocent man. They haven't the right to kill my daughter. Oh dear, oh dear, what have we done to be tortured like this? My poor little Madeleine!”
”She will kill herself,” said Dutreuil, in a scared voice. ”She will never be able to endure the idea that they are guillotining Jacques. She will kill herself presently ... this very night....”
Renine was striding up and down the room.