Chapter 93: Dig a Bigger Hole!

Lange bowed to Vezinier in a very reserved manner, introduced his identity, and then handed a letter to the justice.

Vézinier confirmed that the paint on the envelope was intact, then slowly opened it, and at the same time asked about the situation in Vareyere like a casual conversation.

The Police Intelligence Division has already figured out these things clearly, so Lange naturally answered them fluently.

Vézinier then took out his glasses and began to read the letter.

In the letter, Vareyere first recalled some of the previous events between the two of them, and then mentioned that Lange, who brought this letter, was his most loyal manservant and could completely trust him.

Vezinier had not seen Vareyere for three or four years, and vaguely remembered that there was a manservant named Lange beside his good friend.

He continued to look down.

Vareye stated in the letter that one of his cousins, the Viscount Monterey, was involved in a lawsuit. I recently read the newspaper and found out that the judge presiding over this case was my old friend, so I wanted to ask my old friend for help. It's just that I haven't been feeling well lately, so I asked my valet to come to Paris to handle the lawsuit, and then I'll come to visit my old friend as soon as the weather gets warmer.

Then he said that he hoped that Vezinier could try to give Runache a lighter sentence. As for the cost of management, the Monterey family has already prepared it, and they will definitely not embarrass their old friends.

Yes, on the Vézinière side, Monterey's relative became Vareyere again.

Vezinier put away the letter, looked at Lange and said: "Of course I will help Victor. But that young man went too far, and if there are witnesses, he will be sentenced to at least whipping and more than thirty years in prison. "

Langer nodded, rubbed his hands nervously and said, "My Lord Count, actually, what my master means is that it is best to be found not guilty..."

Vezinier was about to shake his head when Langre's next words made his eyelids twitch. "The Vicomte de Monterey is willing to pay thirty-five thousand livres."

After a moment of silence, Vezinier sighed and said: "It's not easy to deal with the witness..."

"We'll figure it out."

Vezinier suddenly turned around, waved his hand and said, "Go back first. I will give you an answer in a few days."

That afternoon. When Vezinier returned home, he immediately wrote a letter and sealed it with fire paint. Then he summoned his confidant Bruno and asked him to send it to Caen as quickly as possible and give the letter to Vareye. Viscount Er.

Before Bruno got on the carriage, the "glassmaker" in the Vezinier family passed the news to the police intelligence officers who had been guarding outside the villa.

Vezinier's confidants drove non-stop for two days and finally arrived in Caen.

This small city has only one major road leading to Paris. At this time, the vendors on both sides of the road were shrinking their necks and listlessly soliciting business.

Bruno looked at the map, got out of the car and walked to the nearest hawker, asking where the Viscount Valeyere's home was.

Vareyere is the "deputy mayor" of Caen, and everyone knows him. After the hawker got 5 dennies, he enthusiastically pointed out the way for him.

Bruno got back on the road and when he got near the city center, he got out of the car again and stopped a young man to ask for directions.

The young man was about to answer when he saw someone fighting not far away and approaching quickly. He was so frightened that he immediately turned around and left.

Bruno looked around, grabbed the middle-aged man who happened to be passing by, and asked about the location of Viscount Vareyere's house, and then got the same answer as the hawker.

It was already dusk when Bruno arrived at the Vareyere family villa.

A valet enthusiastically let him into the room. The latter looked at the Vareye family emblem on the wall and the stair railing, and nodded secretly in his mind.

Then, he saw the sick Viscount Vareyere wrapped up tightly, nodding to him on the second floor.

Bruno hurriedly handed the master's letter to the footman, who then went upstairs and handed it to Vareyere.

About half an hour later, Bruno received a reply from Viscount Vareyere and immediately rushed back to Paris overnight.

It's just that he didn't notice that the gardeners, handymen and others in the villa looked exactly like the vendors doing business on the road into Caen.

The maid who served him tea was one of the group of people fighting in the city center, but she changed into women's clothes - the Police Intelligence Department was really short of female spies, so they had to make a cameo appearance.

As for the "Vareyere" who greeted him, the lights were dim and he was so far away. If he could just find someone to put on makeup, even if Vareyer's biological mother was here, there was a high probability that he wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

The real location of Vareyere's house is actually a few kilometers away...

When Bruno returned to Paris, he gave the reply to Vezinier and said that he had met Viscount Vareyere and had tea at his house.

This cannot be blamed on his incompetence at all. In this era of extremely underdeveloped information, it is indeed difficult to distinguish the authenticity of someone in a distant city in a short period of time. Even if he went directly to the city hall, the Police Intelligence Department had already deployed manpower there, allowing him to see "Viscount Vareyere" from a distance.

At this point, Vezinier no longer had any doubts, and immediately summoned Langet and told him that he could try to exonerate Runache, but because the case was too big, 40,000 livres were needed.

Lange immediately agreed, but hoped that the trial could be held as soon as possible, because the young nephew of Viscount Vareyere, Runacher, had lived a good life since he was a child and could not stand the torture in prison.

Vezinier naturally agreed wholeheartedly.

Langer returned to Viscount Montrey's house and told them the news. He went to see a doctor and paid the doctor to issue a certificate that the witness in the Lunache case had mental problems, on the pretext that the witness often drank and beat his wife.

Monterrey mortgaged his villa and oil painting shop, and scraped together money from here and there, but in the end he only came up with more than 30,000 livres. Langer had no choice but to "pay out of his own pocket" and give them 6,500 livres.

Everything was ready. Langer repeatedly reminded his "cousin" that they were the family members of the criminal and could not have much contact with the judge, so he took them to the villa of the Vesinier family.

Viscount Montrey handed the bank note to the servant of Judge Vesinier, and saw the chief justice nodding to him at the window, and a huge stone in his heart finally fell.

Langer came to Vesinier's house again that night, thanked him solemnly on behalf of his master, and asked him to write a reply letter to his master to prove that he had completed the task excellently.

Vesinier had just earned 40,000 livres and was in a good mood. He wrote three pages on the spot, mainly to express to his old friend how much he had done for this matter, meaning that he should remember this favor, and also praised the valet.

Lange left with the letter.

A few days later, another messenger from Varleye brought Vesinier a thank-you letter from his master.

The Grand Justice opened the letter and read it once, then immediately burned it, and told the messenger to go back and tell Varleye to burn the recent correspondence.

He had handled too many unjust, false and wrong cases, and knew the importance of destroying evidence.

Five days later, the case of Runacher was reopened.

First, the eyewitness was proved to have mental problems and his testimony was invalid.

Then it was discovered that the so-called relics found in Runacher's home did not belong to the deceased - this was naturally because Vesinier had tampered with the evidence room.

The new book is on the shelves, begging for full subscription, begging for monthly tickets, begging for comments, begging for everything! The author is very grateful!