He couldn't help
me. A second letter to the French ladies only produced the same result.
I own I should be glad to get rid of my responsibility on honorable
terms."
All this was said in the boy's presence. He lay listening to it as if it
had been a story told of some one else. I could not resist the useless
desire to question him. Not speaking French myself (although I can read
the language), I asked Doctor Wybrow and his friend to interpret for me.
My questions led to nothing. The French boy knew no more about the
stolen envelope than I did.
There was no discoverable motive, mind, for suspecting him of
imposing on us. When I said, "Perhaps you stole it?" he answered quite
composedly, "Very likely; they tell me I have been mad; I don't remember
it myself; but mad people do strange things." I tried him again. "Or,
perhaps, you took it away out of mischief?" "Yes." "And you broke the
seal, and looked at the papers?" "I dare say." "And then you kept them
hidden, thinking they might be of some use to you? Or perhaps feeling
ashamed of what you had done, and meaning to restore them if you got
the opportunity?" "You know best, sir.
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