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"
But
I
can
not
,
Master
van
Spennen
;
those
papers
do
not
belong
to
me
;
they
have
been
deposited
with
me
as
a
trust
,
and
a
trust
is
sacred
.
"
"
Dr.
Cornelius
,
"
said
the
judge
,
"
in
the
name
of
the
States
,
I
order
you
to
open
this
drawer
,
and
to
give
up
to
me
the
papers
which
it
contains
.
"
Saying
this
,
the
judge
pointed
with
his
finger
to
the
third
drawer
of
the
press
,
near
the
fireplace
.
In
this
very
drawer
,
indeed
the
papers
deposited
by
the
Warden
of
the
Dikes
with
his
godson
were
lying
;
a
proof
that
the
police
had
received
very
exact
information
.
"
Ah
!
you
will
not
,
"
said
Van
Spennen
,
when
he
saw
Cornelius
standing
immovable
and
bewildered
,
"
then
I
shall
open
the
drawer
myself
.
"
And
,
pulling
out
the
drawer
to
its
full
length
,
the
magistrate
at
first
alighted
on
about
twenty
bulbs
,
carefully
arranged
and
ticketed
,
and
then
on
the
paper
parcel
,
which
had
remained
in
exactly
the
same
state
as
it
was
when
delivered
by
the
unfortunate
Cornelius
de
Witt
to
his
godson
The
magistrate
broke
the
seals
,
tore
off
the
envelope
,
cast
an
eager
glance
on
the
first
leaves
which
met
his
eye
and
then
exclaimed
,
in
a
terrible
voice
,
--
"
Well
,
justice
has
been
rightly
informed
after
all
!
"
"
How
,
"
said
Cornelius
,
"
how
is
this
?
"
"
Do
n't
pretend
to
be
ignorant
,
Mynheer
van
Baerle
,
"
answered
the
magistrate
.
"
Follow
me
.
"
