whom he had murdered, gave the date correctly, indicated the precise spot where the deed had been done, and recognized the father of the boy as the man who had first run up when the screams of the lad had been heard. In prison, Roulet behaved like an idiot. When seized, his belly was distended and hard; in prison he drank one evening a whole pailful of water, and from that moment refused to eat or drink.
His parents, on inquiry, proved to be respectable and pious people, and they proved that his brother John and his cousin Julien had been engaged at a distance on the day of Roulet's apprehension.
"What is your name, and what your estate?" asked the judge, Pierre Hérault.
"My name is Jacques Roulet, my age thirty-five; I am poor, and a mendicant."
"What are you accused of having done?"
"Of being a thief—of having offended God. My parents gave me an ointment; I do not know its composition."
"When rubbed with this ointment do you become a wolf?"
"No; but for all that, I killed and ate the child Cornier: I was a wolf."
