This persistency seemed to exasperate Guespin.

"Eh!" cried he, "how do you want me to answer? The truth? You
wouldn't credit it. As well keep silent. It is a fatality."

"I warn you for your own sake," resumed the judge, "that if you
persist in refusing to answer, the charges which weigh upon you are
such that I will have you arrested as suspected of this murder."

This menace seemed to have a remarkable effect on Guespin. Great
tears filled his eyes, up to that time dry and flashing, and
silently rolled down his cheeks. His energy was exhausted; he fell
on his knees, crying:

"Mercy! I beg you, Monsieur, not to arrest me; I swear I am
innocent, I swear it!"

"Speak, then."

"You wish it," said Guespin, rising. Then he suddenly changed his
tone. "No, I will not speak, I cannot! One man alone could save
me; it is the count; and he is dead. I am innocent; yet if the
guilty are not found, I am lost. Everything is against me. I know
it too well. Now, do with me as you please; I will not say another
word."

Guespin's determination, confirmed by his look, did not surprise the
judge.

"You will reflect," said he, quietly, "only, when you have