All one side of the face and the hair were burnt; it seemed a miracle that the fire had not caught her clothing.
"Wretches!" exclaimed the corporal.

"Could they not have robbed, without assassinating the poor woman ?" "But where has she been wounded ?" inquired the commissary, "I do not see any blood." "Look! here between the shoulders," replied the corporal; "two fierce blows, by my faith.

I'll wager my stripes she had no time to cry out." He stooped over the corpse and touched it.
"She is quite cold," he continued, "and it seems to me that she is no longer very stiff.

It is at least thirty-six hours since she received her death-blow." The commissary began writing, on the corner of a table, a short official report.
"We are not here to talk, but to discover the guilty," said he to the corporal.

"Let information be at once conveyed to the justice of the peace, and the mayor, and send this letter without delay to the Palais de Justice.