CHAPTER V.
THE DARKNESS OF THE CRIME Versigny had just left me.
While I dressed hastily there came in a man in whom I had every confidence.

He was a poor cabinet-maker out of work, named Girard, to whom I had given shelter in a room of my house, a carver of wood, and not illiterate.

He came in from the street; he was trembling.
"Well," I asked, "what do the people say ?" Girard answered me,-- "People are dazed.

The blow has been struck in such a manner that it is not realized.

Workmen read the placards, say nothing, and go to their work.