But the doctor was not the man to allow himself to be defeated a second
time. He went on coolly,--

"I know what you are going to say; there is no handbook of medical
jurisprudence which does not peremptorily settle the question you ask
me. I have studied these handbooks, these formidable weapons which you
gentlemen of the bar know so well how to handle. I know the opinions
of a Devergie and an Orfila, I know even what Casper and Tardieu, and
a host of others teach on that subject. I am fully aware that these
gentlemen claim to be able to tell you by the inch at what distance
a shot has been fired. But I am not so skilful. I am only a poor
country-practitioner, a simple healer of diseases. And before I give an
opinion which may cost a poor devil his life, innocent though he be, I
must have time to reflect, to consult data, and to compare other cases
in my practice."

He was so evidently right in reality, if not in form, that even M.
Galpin gave way.

"It is merely as a matter of information that I request your opinion,
sir," he replied. "Your real and carefully-considered professional
opinion will, of course, be given in a special statement."

"Ah, if that is the case!"

"Pray, inform me, then unofficially, what you think of the nature of the
wounds of Count Claudieuse."

Dr. Seignebos settled his spectacles ceremoniously on his nose, and then