derues-第23部分
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e at length owned that she had sent these notes to Monsieur de Lamotte's lawyer； and that her husband had given them her in an envelope hidden in the soiled linen for which she had brought him clean in exchange。
All this certainly amounted to serious presumptive evidence of guilt； and if Derues had shown himself to the multitude； which followed every phase of the investigation with increasing anxiety； a thousand arms would have willingly usurped the office of the executioner； but the distance thence to actual proof of murder was enormous for the magistracy。 Derues maintained his tranquillity； always asserting that Madame de Lamotte and her son were alive； and would clear him by their reappearance。 Neither threats nor stratagems succeeded in making him contradict himself； and his assurance shook the strongest conviction。 A new difficulty was added to so much uncertainty。
A messenger had been sent off secretly with all haste to Lyons； his return was awaited for a test which it was thought would be decisive。
One morning Derues was fetched from his prison and taken to a lower hall of the Conciergerie。 He received no answers to the questions addressed to his escort； and this silence showed him the necessity of being on his guard and preserving his imperturbable demeanour whatever might happen。 On arriving； he found the commissioner of police； Mutel； and some other persons。 The hall being very dark； had been illuminated with several torches； and Derues was so placed that the light fell strongly on his face； and was then ordered to look towards a particular part of the hall。 As he did so； a door opened； and a man entered。 Derues beheld him with indifference； and seeing that the stranger was observing him attentively； he bowed to him as one might bow to an unknown person whose curiosity seems rather unusual。
It was impossible to detect the slightest trace of emotion； a hand placed on his heart would not have felt an increased pulsation； yet this stranger's recognition would be fatal！
Mutel approached the new…comer and whispered
〃Do you recognise him？〃
No； I do not。〃
Have the kindness to leave the room for a moment； we will ask you to return immediately。〃
This individual was the lawyer in whose office at Lyons the deed had been drawn up which Derues had signed； disguised as a woman； and under the name of Marie…Francoise Perier； wife of the Sieur de Lamotte。
A woman's garments were brought in； and Derues was ordered to put them on； which he did readily； affecting much amusement。 As he was assisted to disguise himself； he laughed； stroked his chin and assumed mincing airs； carrying effrontery so far as to ask for a mirror。
〃I should like to see if it is becoming；〃 he said； 〃perhaps I might make some conquests。〃
The lawyer returned： Derues was made to pass before him； to sit at a table； sign a paper； in fact to repeat everything it was imagined he might have aid or done in the lawyer's office。 This second attempt at identification succeeded no better than the first。 The lawyer hesitated； then； understanding all the importance of his deposition； he refused to swear to anything； and finally declared that this was not the person who had come to him at Lyons。
I am sorry； sir；〃 said Derues； as they removed him； 〃that you should have been troubled by having to witness this absurd comedy。 Do not blame me for it； but ask Heaven to enlighten those who do not fear to accuse me。 As for me； knowing that my innocence will shortly be made clear； I pardon them henceforth。〃
Although justice at this period was generally expeditious； and the lives of accused persons were by no means safe…guarded as they now are； it was impossible to condemn Derues in the absence of any positive proofs of guilt。 He knew this； and waited patiently in his prison for the moment when he should triumph over the capital accusation which weighed against him。 The storm no longer thundered over his head； the most terrible trials were passed； the examinations became less frequent； and there were no more surprises to dread。 The lamentations of Monsieur de Lamotte went to the hearts of the magistrates； but his certainty could not establish theirs； and they pitied； but could not avenge him。 In certain minds a sort of reaction favourable to the prisoner began to set in。 Among the dupes of Derues' seeming piety； many who at first held their peace under these crushing accusations returned to their former opinion。 The bigots and devotees； all who made a profession of kneeling in the churches； of publicly crossing themselves and dipping their fingers in the holy water； and who lived on cant and repetitions of 〃Amen〃 and 〃Alleluia；〃 talked of persecution； of martyrdom； until Derues nearly became a saint destined by the Almighty to find canonisation in a dungeon。 Hence arose quarrels and arguments； and this abortive trial； this unproved accusation； kept the public imagination in a constant ferment。
To the greater part of those who talk of the 〃Supreme Being；〃 and who expect His intervention in human affairs； 〃Providence〃 is only a word； solemn and sonorous； a sort of theatrical machine which sets all right in the end； and which they glorify with a few banalities proceeding from the lips； but not from the heart。 It is true that this unknown and mysterious Cause which we call 〃God〃 or 〃Chance〃 often appears so exceedingly blind and deaf that one may be permitted to wonder whether certain crimes are really set apart for punishment； when so many others apparently go scot…free。 How many murders remain buried in the night of the tomb！ how many outrageous and avowed crimes have slept peacefully in an insolent and audacious prosperity！ We know the names of many criminals； but who can tell the number of unknown and forgotten victims？ The history of humanity is twofold； and like that of the invisible world； which contains marvels unexplored by the science of the visible one； the history recounted in books is by no means the most curious and strange。 But without delaying over questions such as these； without protesting here against sophistries which cloud the conscience and hide the presence of an avenging Deity； we leave the facts to the general judgment； and have now to relate the last episode in this long and terrible drama。
Of all the populous quarters of Paris which commented on the 〃affaire Derues；〃 none showed more excitement than that of the Greve； and amongst all the surrounding streets none could boast more numerous crowds than the rue de la Mortellerie。 Not that a secret instinct magnetised the crowd in the very place where the proof lay buried； but that each day its attention was aroused by a painful spectacle。 A pale and grief…stricken man； whose eyes seemed quenched in tears； passed often down the street； hardly able to drag himself along； it was Monsieur de Lamotte； who lodged； as we have said； in the rue de la Mortellerie； and who seemed like a spectre wandering round a tomb。 The crowd made way and uncovered before him； everybody respected such terrible misfortune； and when he had passed； the groups formed up again； and continued discussing the mystery until nightfall。
On April 17th； about four in the afternoon； a score of workmen and gossiping women had collected in front of a shop。 A stout woman； standing on the lowest step； like an orator in the tribune； held forth and related for the twentieth time what she knew； or rather； did not know。 There were listening ears and gaping mouths； even a slight shudder ran through the group； for the widow Masson； discovering a gift of eloquence at the age of sixty； contrived to mingle great warmth and much indignation in her recital。 All at once silence fell on the crowd； and a passage was made for Monsieur de Lamotte。 One man ventured to ask
〃Is there anything fresh to…day？〃
A sad shake of the head was the only answer； and the unhappy man continued his way。
〃Is that Monsieur de Lamotte？〃 inquired a particularly dirty woman； whose cap； stuck on the side of her； head； allowed locks of grey hair to straggle from under it。 〃Ah！ is that Monsieur de Lamotte？〃
〃Dear me！〃 said a neighbour； 〃don't you know him by this time？ He passes every day。〃
〃Excuse me！ I don't belong to this quarter； andno offencebut it is not so beautiful as to bring one out of curiosity！ Nothing personalbut it is rather dirty。〃
Madame is probably accustomed to use a carriage。〃
〃That would suit you better than me； my dear； and would save your having to buy shoes to keep your feet off the ground！〃
The crowd seemed inclined to hustle the speaker；
〃Wait a moment！〃 she continued； 〃I didn't mean to offend anyone。 I am a poor woman； but there's no disgrace in that； and I can afford a glass of liqueur。 Eh； good gossip； you understand； don't you？ A drop of the best for Mother Maniffret； and if my fine friend there will drink with me to settle our difference； I will stand her a glass。〃
The example set by the old hawker was contagious； and instead of filling two little glasses only； widow Masson dispensed a bottleful。
〃Come； you have done well；〃 cried Mother Maniffret； 〃my idea has brought you luck。〃
〃Faith！ not before it was wanted； either！〃
〃What！ are you complaining of trade too？
