What of that, if he is
only freed?"
M. Daburon could not help admiring her. What sublime devotion in this
young girl, whether she spoke the truth or not! He could understand the
violence she had been doing to her feelings during the past hour, he who
knew her character so well.
"That is not all," she added; "the key which I threw to Albert, he did
not return it to me; he must have forgotten to do so. If it is found in
his possession, it will well prove that he was in the garden."
"I will give orders respecting it, mademoiselle."
"There is still another thing," continued Claire; "while I am here, send
some one to examine the wall."
She seemed to think of everything.
"That is already done, mademoiselle," replied M. Daburon. "I will not
hide from you that one of the letters which I have just sent off ordered
an examination of your grandmother's wall, a secret examination, though,
be assured."
Claire rose joyfully, and for the second time held out her hand to the
magistrate.
"Oh, thanks!" she said, "a thousand thanks! Now I can well see that you
are with me. But I have still another idea: Albert ought to have the
note I wrote on Tuesday.
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