th open mouths. One of them said,--

"Oh! Cocoleu is not so innocent as he looks."

"He can say very well what he wants to say, the scamp!" added another.

"At all events, I am indebted to him for the life of my children," said
the count gently. "He thought of them when I was unconscious, and when
no one else remembered them. Come, Cocoleu, come nearer, my friend,
don't be afraid: there is no one here to hurt you."

It was very well the count used such kind words; for Cocoleu was
thoroughly terrified by the brutal treatment he had received, and was
trembling in all his limbs.

"I am--not--a--afraid," he stammered out.

"Once more I protest," said the physician.

He had found out that he stood not alone in his opinion. Count
Claudieuse came to his assistance, saying,--

"I really think it might be dangerous to question Cocoleu."

But the magistrate was master of the situation, and conscious of all the
powers conferred upon him by the laws of France in such cases.

"I must beg, gentlemen," he said, in a tone which did not allow of any
reply,--"I must beg to be permitted to act in my own way."

And sitting down, he asked Cocoleu,--

"Come, my boy, listen to me, and try to understand what I say. Do you
know what has happened at Valpinson?"

"Fire," replied the idiot.

"Yes, my friend, fire, which burns down the house of your
benefactor,--fire, which has killed two good men. But that is not all:
they have tried to murder the count. Do you see him there in his bed,
wounded, and covered with blood? Do you see the countess, how she
suffers?"

Did Cocoleu follow him? His distorted features betrayed nothing of what
might be going on within him.

"Nonsense!" growled the doctor, "what obstinacy! What folly!"

M. Galpin heard him, and said angrily,--

"Sir, do not force me to remind you that I have not far from here, men
whose duty it is to see that my authority is respected here."

Then, turning again to the poor idiot, he went on,--

"All these misfortunes are the work of a vile incendiary. You hate him,
don't you; you detest him, the rascal!"

"Yes," said Cocoleu.

"You want him to be punished, don't you?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Well, then you must help me to find him out, so that the gendarmes may
catch him, and put him in jail. You know who it is; you have told these
people and"--

He paused, and after a moment, as Cocoleu kept silent, he asked,--

"But, now I think of it, whom has this poor fellow talk