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IV
A DISCOVERY
Bourgonef's remark had been but too sagacious。 The police were
hoplessly baffled。 In all such cases possible success depends upon
the initial suggestion either of a motive which leads to a
suspicion of the person； or of some person which leads to a
suspicion of the motive。 Once set suspicion on the right track；
and evidence is suddenly alight in all quarters。 But； unhappily；
in the present case there was no assignable motive； no shadow
darkening any person。
An episode now came to our knowledge in which Bourgonef manifested
an unusual depth of interest。 I was led to notice this interest；
because it had seemed to me that in the crime itself； and the
discussions which arose out of it； he shared but little of the
universal excitement。 I do not mean that he was indifferentby no
means； but the horror of the crime did not seem to fascinate his
imagination as it fascinated ours。 He could talk quite as readily
of other things； and far more readily of the French affairs。 But
on the contrary； in this new episode he showed peculiar interest。
It appeared that Lehfeldt； moved； perhaps； partly by a sense of the
injustice which had been done to Kerkel in even suspecting him of
the crime； and in submitting him to an examination more poignantly
affecting to him under such circumstances than a public trial would
have been under others； and moved partly by the sense that
Lieschen's love had practically drawn Kerkel within the familyfor
her choice of him as a husband had made him morally； if not
legally； a son…in…law； and moved partly by the sense of loneliness
which had now settled on their childless home；Lehfeldt had in the
most pathetic and considerate terms begged Kerkel to take the place
of his adopted son； and become joint partner with him in the
business。 This； however； Kerkel had gently yet firmly declined。
He averred that he felt no injury； though great pain had been
inflicted on him by the examination。 He himself in such a case
would not have shrunk from demanding that his own brother should be
tried； under suspicions of similar urgency。 It was simple justice
that all who were suspected should be examined； justice also to
them that they might for ever clear themselves of doubtful
appearances。 But for the rest； while he felt his old affectionate
respect for his master； he could recognize no claim to be removed
from his present position。 Had she lived； said the heartbroken
youth； he would gladly have consented to accept any fortune which
her love might bestow； because he felt that his own love and the
devotion of a life might repay it。 But there was nothing now that
he could give in exchange。 For his services he was amply paid； his
feelings towards Lieschen's parents must continue what they had
ever been。 In vain Lehfeldt pleaded； in vain many friends argued。
Franz remained respectfully firm in his refusal。
This； as I said； interested Bourgonef immensely。 He seemed to
enter completely into the minds of the sorrowing； pleading parents；
and the sorrowing； denying lover。 He appreciated and expounded
their motives with a subtlety and delicacy of perception which
surprised and delighted me。 It showed the refinement of his moral
nature。 But； at the same time； it rendered his minor degree of
interest in the other episodes of the story； those which had a more
direct and overpowering appeal to the heart； a greater paradox。
Human nature is troubled in the presence of all mystery which has
not by long familiarity lost its power of soliciting attention； and
for my own part； I have always been uneasy in the presence of moral
problems。 Puzzled by the contradictions which I noticed in
Bourgonef； I tried to discover whether he had any general
repugnance to stories of crimes； or any special repugnance to
murders； or； finally； any strange repugnance to this particular
case now everywhere discussed。 And it is not a little remarkable
that during three separate interviews； in the course of which I
severally； and as I thought artfully； introduced these topics；
making them seem to arise naturally out of the suggestion of our
talk； I totally failed to arrive at any distinct conclusion。 I was
afraid to put the direct question： Do you not share the common
feeling of interest in criminal stories？ This question would
doubtless have elicited a categorical reply； but somehow； the
consciousness of an arriere…pensee made me shrink from putting such
a question。
Reflecting on this indifference on a special point； and on the
numerous manifestations I had noticed of his sensibility； I came at
last to the conclusion that he must be a man of tender heart； whose
delicate sensibilities easily shrank from the horrible under every
form； and no more permitted him to dwell unnecessarily upon painful
facts； than they permit imaginative minds to dwell on the details
of an operation。
I had not long settled this in my mind before an accident suddenly
threw a lurid light upon many details noticed previously； and
painfully revived that inexplicable repulsion with which I had at
first regarded him。 A new suspicion filled my mind； or rather； let
me say； a distinct shape was impressed upon many fluctuating
suspicions。 It scarcely admitted of argument； and at times seemed
preposterous； nevertheless it persisted。 The mind which in broad
daylight assents to all that can be alleged against the absurdities
of the belief in apparitions； will often acknowledge the dim
terrors of darkness and lonelinessterrors at possibilities of
supernatural visitations。 In like manner； in the clear daylight of
reason I could see the absurdity of my suspicion； but the vague
stirrings of feeling remained unsilenced。 I was haunted by the dim
horrors of a possibility。
Thus it arose。 We were both going to Munich； and Bourgonef had
shortened his contemplated stay at Nuremberg that he might have the
pleasure of accompanying me； adding also that he； too； should be
glad to reach Munich； not only for its art； but for its greater
command of papers and intelligence respecting what was then going
on in France。 On the night preceding the morning of our departure；
I was seated in his room； smoking and discussing as usual； while
Ivan； his servant； packed up his things in two large portmanteaus。
Ivan was a serf who spoke no word of any language but his own。
Although of a brutal； almost idiotic type； he was loudly eulogized
by his master as the model of fidelity and usefulness。 Bourgonef
treated him with gentleness； though with a certain imperiousness；
much as one might treat a savage mastiff which it was necessary to
dominate without exasperating。 He more than once spoke of Ivan as
a living satire on physiognomists and phrenologists； and as I am a
phrenologist； I listened with some incredulity。
〃Look at him；〃 he would say。 〃Observe the low； retreating brow；
the flat face； the surly mouth； the broad base of th