And, meantime, Pierre, despite himself, smiled bitterly at the atrocious irony of it all.

Ah! that lame and halting Charity, which proffers help when men are dead! The priest still lingered on the settee when the Baroness rose.

She had seen magistrate Amadieu hurriedly enter like one who just wished to show himself, purchase some trifle, and then return to the Palace of Justice.
However, he was also perceived by little Massot, the "Globe" reporter, who was prowling round the stalls, and who at once bore down upon him, eager for information.

And he hemmed him in and forthwith interviewed him respecting the affair of that mechanician Salvat, who was accused of having deposited the bomb at the entrance of the house.

Was this simply an invention of the police, as some newspapers pretended?
Or was it really correct?
And if so, would Salvat soon be arrested?
In self-defence Amadieu answered correctly enough that the affair did not as yet concern him, and would only come within his attributions, if Salvat should be arrested and the investigation placed in his hands.