His frenzy for sacrilege is such that he had the image of Christ tattooed on his heels so that he could always step on the Saviour!" "Well," murmured Carhaix, whose militant moustache bristled while his great eyes flamed, "if that abominable priest were here, I swear to you that I would respect his feet, but that I would throw him downstairs head first." "And the black mass ?" inquired Des Hermies.
"He celebrates it with foul men and women.

He is openly accused of having influenced people to make wills in his favor and of causing inexplicable death.

Unfortunately, there are no laws to repress sacrilege, and how can you prosecute a man who sends maladies from a distance and kills slowly in such a way that at the autopsy no traces of poison appear ?" "The modern Gilles de Rais!" exclaimed Durtal.
"Yes, less savage, less frank, more hypocritically cruel.

He does not cut throats.

He probably limits himself to 'sendings' or to causing suicide by suggestion," said Des Hermies, "for he is, I believe, a master hypnotist." "Could he insinuate into a victim the idea to drink, regularly, in graduated doses, a toxin which he would designate, and which would simulate the phases of a malady ?" asked Durtal.
"Nothing simpler.