s. The prosecuting
attorney, summoned by dispatch, came in the after- noon, and began his investigation. Joseph, Mari- anne, and I were questioned, one after the other, â€” the first two for the sake of form, I with a hostile persistence which was extremely disagreeable to me. They visited my room, and searched my commode and my trunks. My correspondence was examined in detail. Thanks to a piece of good luck that I bless, the manuscript of my diary escaped them. A few days before the event I had sent it to Clecle, from whom I had received an affectionate letter. But for that the magistrates perhaps would have found in these pages a founda-, tion for a charge against Joseph, or at least for suspicion of him. I still tremble at the thought of it. It goes without saying that they also examined the garden paths, the platbands, the walls, the openings in the hedges, and the little yard leading to the lane, in the hope of finding foot-prints and traces of wall-scaling. But the ground was very dry and hard ; it was impossible to discover the slightest imprint, the slightest clue. The fence, the walls, the openings in the hedges, kept their secret jealously. Just as in the case of the outrage in the woods, the people of the neighborhood hurried forward, asking to testify. One had seen a man of light complexion â– " whose looks he did not like; " another had seen a man of dark complexion " who had a funny air." In short, the investiga- tion proved fruitless. No scent, no suspicion.