But no; my Gevrol wants to nab the
man with the earrings; he is just capable of doing that. He is a fine
fellow, this Gevrol, a famous fellow! How much do you give him a year
for his skill?"
"Come, my dear M. Tabaret," said the magistrate, as soon as he could get
in a word, "be serious, if you can, and let us proceed in order."
"Pooh!" replied the old fellow, "what good will that do? It is a clear
case now. When they bring the fellow before you, merely show him the
particles of kid taken from behind the nails of the victim, side by side
with his torn gloves, and you will overwhelm him. I wager that he will
confess all, hic et nunc,--yes, I wager my head against his; although
that's pretty risky; for he may get off yet! Those milk-sops on the jury
are just capable of according him extenuating circumstances. Ah! all
those delays are fatal to justice! Why if all the world were of my mind,
the punishment of rascals wouldn't take such a time. They should be
hanged as soon as caught. That's my opinion."
M. Daburon resigned himself to this shower of words. As soon as the old
fellow's excitement had cooled down a little, he began questioning him.
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