Page:Crainquebille, Putois, Riquet and other profitable tales, 1915.djvu/29
"That’s a queer idea! Now there’s a thing I should never have thought of, I’m sure."
Having sat down, he twiddled his thumbs and remained wrapped in amazement. The silence and the solitude overwhelmed him. The time seemed long. Anxiously he thought of his barrow, which had been confiscated with its load of cabbages, carrots, celery, dandelion and corn-salad. And he wondered, asking himself with alarm: "What have they done with my barrow? "
On the third day he received a visit from his lawyer, Maître Lemerle, one of the youngest members of the Paris Bar, President of a section of La Ligue de la Patrie Française.
Crainquebille endeavoured to tell him his story; but it was not easy, for he was not accustomed to conversation. With a little help he might perhaps have succeeded. But his lawyer shook his head doubtfully at everything he said; and, turning over his papers, muttered:
"Hm! Hm! I don’t find anything about all this in my brief."
Then, in a bored tone, twirling his fair moustache he said:
"In your own interest it would be advisable, perhaps, for you to confess. Your persistence