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But
only
after
the
presiding
judge
of
the
court
in
Grasse
had
,
on
Richis
's
behalf
,
offered
a
reward
of
no
less
than
two
hundred
livres
for
information
leading
to
the
apprehension
of
the
murderer
did
denunciations
bring
about
the
arrest
of
several
journeyman
tanners
in
Grasse
,
Opio
,
and
Gourdon-one
of
whom
indeed
had
the
rotten
luck
of
limping
.
They
were
already
considering
subjecting
the
man
to
torture
despite
a
solid
alibi
supported
by
several
witnesses
,
when
,
ten
days
after
the
murder
,
a
man
from
the
city
watch
appeared
at
the
magistrate
's
office
and
gave
the
following
deposition
:
At
noon
on
the
day
in
question
,
he
,
Gabriel
Tagliasco
,
captain
of
the
guard
,
while
engaged
in
his
customary
duties
at
the
Porte
du
Cours
,
had
been
approached
by
an
individual
,
who
,
as
he
now
realized
,
fit
the
description
in
the
warrant
almost
exactly
,
and
had
been
questioned
repeatedly
and
insistently
concerning
the
road
by
which
the
second
consul
and
his
caravan
had
departed
the
city
that
same
morning
.
He
had
ascribed
no
importance
to
the
incident
,
neither
then
nor
later
,
and
would
most
certainly
have
been
unable
to
recall
the
individual
purely
on
the
basis
of
his
own
memory-so
thoroughly
unremarkable
was
the
man-had
he
not
seen
him
by
chance
only
yesterday
,
right
here
in
Grasse
,
in
the
rue
de
la
Louve
,
in
front
of
the
studio
of
Maitre
Druot
and
Madame
Arnulfi
,
on
which
occasion
he
had
noticed
that
as
the
man
walked
back
into
the
workshop
he
had
a
definite
limp.Grenouille
was
arrested
an
hour
later
The
innkeeper
and
his
groom
from
La
Napoule
,
who
were
in
Grasse
to
identify
the
other
suspects
,
immediately
recognized
him
as
the
journeyman
tanner
who
had
spent
the
night
with
them
:
it
was
he
,
and
no
other
--
this
must
be
the
wanted
murderer.They
searched
the
workshop
,
they
searched
the
cabin
in
the
olive
grove
behind
the
Franciscan
cloister
.
In
one
comer
,
hardly
hidden
,
lay
the
shredded
nightgown
,
the
undershirt
,
and
the
red
hair
of
Laure
Richis
.
And
when
they
dug
up
the
floor
,
piece
by
piece
the
clothes
and
hair
of
the
other
twenty-four
girls
came
to
light
.
The
wooden
club
used
to
kill
the
victims
was
found
,
and
the
linen
knapsack
.
The
evidence
was
overwhelming
.
The
order
was
given
to
toll
the
church
bells
.
The
presiding
judge
announced
by
proclamation
and
public
notice
that
the
infamous
murderer
of
young
girls
,
sought
now
for
almost
one
year
,
had
finally
been
captured
and
was
in
custody
.
AT
FIRST
people
did
not
believe
the
report
.
They
assumed
it
was
a
ruse
by
which
the
officials
were
covering
up
their
own
incompetence
and
attempting
to
calm
the
dangerously
explosive
mood
of
the
populace
.
People
remembered
only
too
well
when
the
word
had
been
that
the
murderer
had
departed
for
Grenoble
.
This
time
fear
had
set
its
jaws
too
firmly
into
their
souls.Not
until
the
next
day
,
when
the
evidence
was
displayed
on
the
church
square
in
front
of
the
provost
court-and
it
was
a
ghastly
sight
to
behold
,
twenty-five
garments
with
twenty-five
crops
of
hair
,
all
mounted
like
scarecrows
on
poles
set
up
across
the
top
of
the
square
opposite
the
cathedral-did
public
opinion
change.Hundreds
of
people
filed
by
the
macabre
gallery
.
The
victims
'
relatives
would
recognize
the
clothes
and
collapse
screaming
.
The
rest
of
the
crowd
,
partly
because
they
were
sensation
seekers
,
partly
because
they
wanted
to
be
totally
convinced
,
demanded
to
see
the
murderer
.
The
call
soon
became
so
loud
,
the
unrest
of
the
churning
crowd
in
the
small
square
so
menacing
,
that
the
presiding
judge
decided
to
have
Grenouille
brought
up
out
of
his
cell
and
to
exhibit
him
at
the
window
on
the
second
floor
of
the
provost
court.As
Grenouille
appeared
at
the
window
,
the
roar
turned
to
silence
.
All
at
once
it
was
as
totally
quiet
as
if
this
were
noon
on
a
hot
summer
day
,
when
everyone
is
oat
in
the
fields
or
has
crept
into
the
shade
of
his
own
home
.
Not
a
footfall
,
not
a
cough
,
not
a
breath
was
to
be
heard
.
The
crowd
was
all
eyes
and
one
mouth
agape
,
for
minutes
on
end
.
Not
a
soul
could
comprehend
how
this
short
,
paltry
,
stoop-shouldered
man
there
at
the
window-this
mediocrity
,
this
miserable
nonentity
,
this
cipher-could
have
committed
more
than
two
dozen
murders
.
He
simply
did
not
look
like
a
murdefer
.
No
one
could
have
said
just
how
he
had
imagined
the
murderer
,
the
devil
himself
,
ought
to
look
,
but
they
were
all
agreed
:
not
like
this
!
And
nevertheless-although
the
murderer
did
not
in
the
least
match
their
conception
,
and
the
exhibition
,
one
would
presume
,
could
not
have
been
less
convincing-simply
because
of
the
physical
reality
of
this
man
at
the
window
,
because
he
and
no
other
was
presented
to
them
as
the
murderer
,
the
effect
was
paradoxically
persuasive
.
They
all
thought
:
It
simply
ca
n't
be
true
!
-
and
at
the
very
same
moment
knew
that
it
had
to
be
true.To
be
sure
,
only
after
the
guards
had
led
the
mannikin
bade
into
the
shadows
of
the
room
,
only
after
he
was
no
longer
present
and
visible
but
existed
,
if
for
the
briefest
time
,
merely
as
a
memory
,
one
might
almost
say
as
a
concept
,
the
concept
of
an
abominable
murderer
within
people
's
brains
,
only
then
did
the
crowd
's
bewilderment
subside
and
make
away
for
an
appropriate
reaction
:
the
mouths
closed
tight
,
the
thousand
eyes
came
alive
again
.
And
then
there
rang
out
as
if
in
one
voice
a
thundering
cry
of
rage
and
revenge
:
"
We
want
him
!
"
And
they
set
about
to
storm
the
provost
court
,
to
strangle
him
with
their
own
hands
,
to
tear
him
apart
and
scatter
the
pieces
.
It
was
all
the
guards
could
do
to
barricade
the
gate
and
force
the
mob
back
.
Grenouille
was
promptly
returned
to
his
dungeon
.
The
presiding
judge
appeared
at
the
window
and
promised
a
trial
remarkable
for
its
swift
and
implacable
justice
.
It
took
several
hours
,
however
,
for
the
crowd
to
disperse
,
and
several
days
for
the
town
to
quiet
down
to
any
extent.The
proceedings
against
Grenouille
did
indeed
move
at
an
extraordinarily
rapid
pace
,
not
only
because
the
evidence
was
overwhelming
,
but
also
because
the
accused
himself
freely
confessed
to
all
the
murders
charged
against
him.But
when
asked
about
his
motives
,
he
had
no
convincing
answer
to
give
them
.
His
repeated
reply
was
that
he
had
needed
the
girls
and
that
was
why
he
had
slain
them
.
What
had
he
needed
them
for
or
what
was
that
supposed
to
mean
,
"
he
needed
them
"
?
-
to
that
he
was
silent
.
They
then
subjected
him
to
torture
,
hanged
him
by
his
feet
for
hours
,
pumped
him
full
of
seven
pints
of
water
,
put
clamps
on
his
feet-without
the
least
success
.
The
man
seemed
immune
to
physical
pain
,
did
not
utter
a
sound
,
and
when
questioned
again
replied
with
nothing
more
than
:
"
I
needed
them
.
"
The
judges
considered
him
insane
.
They
discontinued
the
torture
and
decided
to
bring
the
case
to
an
end
without
further
interrogation.The
only
delay
that
occurred
after
that
was
a
legal
squabble
with
the
magistrate
of
Draguignan
,
in
whose
jurisdiction
La
Napoule
was
located
,
and
with
the
parliament
in
Aix
,
both
of
whom
wanted
to
take
over
the
trial
themselves
.
But
the
judges
of
Grasse
would
not
let
the
matter
be
wrested
from
them
now
.
They
were
the
ones
who
had
arrested
the
culprit
,
the
overwhelming
majority
of
the
murders
had
been
committed
in
the
area
under
their
jurisdiction
,
and
if
they
handed
the
murderer
over
to
another
court
,
there
was
the
threat
of
the
pent-up
anger
of
the
citizenry
.
His
blood
would
have
to
flow
in
Grasse.On
April
15
,
1766
,
a
verdict
was
rendered
and
read
to
the
accused
in
his
cell
:
"
The
journeyman
perfumer
,
Jean-Baptiste
Grenouille
,
"
it
stated
,
"
shall
within
the
next
forty-eight
hours
be
led
out
to
the
parade
ground
before
the
city
gates
and
there
be
bound
to
a
wooden
cross
,
his
face
toward
heaven
,
and
while
still
alive
be
dealt
twelve
blows
with
an
iron
rod
,
breaking
the
joints
of
his
arms
,
legs
,
hips
,
and
shoulders
,
and
then
,
still
bound
to
the
cross
,
be
raised
up
to
hang
until
death
.
"
The
customary
act
of
mercy
,
by
which
the
offender
was
strangled
with
a
cord
once
his
body
had
been
crushed
,
was
expressly
forbidden
the
executioner
,
even
if
the
agonies
of
death
should
take
days
.
The
body
was
to
be
buried
by
night
in
an
unmarked
grave
in
the
knacker
's
yard.Grenouille
received
the
verdict
without
emotion
.
The
bailiff
asked
him
if
he
had
a
last
wish
.
"
No
,
nothing
,
"
Grenouille
said
;
he
had
everything
he
needed.A
priest
entered
the
cell
to
hear
his
confession
,
but
came
out
again
after
fifteen
minutes
with
nothing
accomplished
.
When
he
had
mentioned
the
name
of
God
,
the
condemned
man
had
looked
at
him
with
total
incomprehension
,
as
if
he
had
heard
the
name
for
the
first
time
,
had
then
stretched
out
on
his
plank
bed
and
sunk
at
once
into
a
deep
sleep
.
To
have
said
another
word
would
have
been
pointless
.
During
the
next
two
days
,
many
people
came
to
see
the
famous
murderer
at
close
range
.
The
guards
let
them
peek
through
the
shutter
in
the
door
and
demanded
six
sol
per
peek
.
An
etcher
,
who
wanted
to
prepare
a
sketch
,
had
to
pay
two
francs
.
His
subject
,
however
,
was
rather
a
disappointment
.
The
prisoner
,
bound
at
his
wrists
and
ankles
,
lay
on
his
plank
bed
the
whole
time
and
slept
.
His
face
was
turned
to
the
wall
,
and
he
responded
to
neither
knocks
nor
shouts
.
Visitors
were
strictly
banned
from
the
cell
,
and
despite
some
tempting
offers
,
the
guards
did
not
dare
disregard
this
prohibition
.
It
was
feared
the
prisoner
might
be
murdered
ahead
of
time
by
a
relative
of
one
of
his
victims
.
For
the
same
reason
no
one
was
allowed
to
offer
him
food
.
It
might
have
been
poisoned
.
During
the
whole
period
of
imprisonment
,
Grenouille
's
food
came
from
the
servants
'
kitchen
in
the
bishop
's
palace
and
had
first
to
be
tasted
by
the
prison
warden
.
The
last
two
days
,
however
,
he
ate
nothing
at
all
.
He
lay
on
his
bed
and
slept
.
Occasionally
his
chains
rattled
,
and
if
the
guard
hurried
over
to
the
shutter
,
he
could
watch
Grenouille
take
a
drink
from
his
canteen
,
then
throw
himself
back
on
his
plank
bed
,
and
go
back
to
sleep
.
It
seemed
as
if
the
man
was
so
tired
of
life
that
he
did
not
want
to
experience
his
last
hours
awake.Meanwhile
the
parade
grounds
were
readied
for
the
execution
.
Carpenters
built
a
scaffold
,
nine
feet
by
nine
feet
square
and
six
feet
high
,
with
a
railing
and
a
sturdy
set
of
stairs-Grasse
had
never
had
one
as
fine
as
this
.
Plus
a
wooden
grandstand
for
local
notables
and
a
fence
to
separate
them
from
the
common
people
,
who
were
to
be
kept
at
some
distance
.
In
the
buildings
to
the
left
and
right
of
the
Porte
du
Cours
and
in
the
guardhouse
itself
,
places
at
the
windows
had
long
since
been
rented
out
at
exorbitant
rates
.
The
executioner
's
assistants
had
even
leased
the
rooms
of
the
patients
in
the
Charit6
,
which
was
located
off
to
one
side
,
and
resold
them
to
curious
spectators
at
a
handsome
profit
.
The
lemonade
vendors
stocked
up
with
pitcherfuls
of
licorice
water
,
the
etcher
printed
up
several
hundred
copies
of
the
sketch
he
had
made
of
the
murderer
in
prison-touched
up
a
bit
from
his
own
imagination-itinerant
peddlers
streamed
into
town
by
the
dozens
,
the
bakers
baked
souvenir
cookies.The
executioner
,
Monsieur
Papon
,
who
had
not
had
an
offender
to
smash
for
years
now
,
had
a
heavy
,
squared
iron
rod
forged
for
him
and
went
off
to
the
slaughterhouse
to
practice
blows
on
carcasses
.
He
was
permitted
only
tweive
hits
,
and
he
had
to
strike
true
,
crushing
all
twelve
joints
without
damaging
the
vital
body
parts
,
like
the
chest
or
head-a
difficult
business
that
demanded
a
fine
touch
and
good
timing.The
citizens
readied
themselves
for
the
event
as
if
for
a
high
holiday
.
That
there
would
be
no
work
that
day
went
without
saying
.
The
women
ironed
their
holiday
dresses
,
the
men
dusted
off
their
frock
coats
and
had
their
boots
polished
to
a
high
gloss
.
Whoever
held
military
rank
or
occupied
public
office
,
whoever
was
a
guild
master
,
an
attomey-at-law
,
a
notary
,
a
head
of
a
fraternal
order
,
or
held
any
other
position
of
importance
,
donned
his
uniform
or
official
garb
,
along
with
his
medals
,
sashes
,
chains
,
and
periwig
powdered
to
a
chalky
white
.
Pious
folk
intended
to
assemble
immediately
afterwards
for
religious
services
,
the
disciples
of
Satan
planned
a
hearty
Luci-ferian
mass
of
thanksgiving
,
the
educated
aristocracy
were
going
to
gather
for
magnetic
seances
at
the
manors
of
the
Cabris
,
Villeneuves
,
and
Fontmichels
.
The
roasting
and
baking
had
begun
in
the
kitchens
,
the
wine
had
been
fetched
from
the
cellars
,
the
floral
displays
from
the
market
,
and
the
organist
and
choir
were
practicing
in
the
cathedral.In
the
Richis
household
on
the
rue
Droite
everything
remained
quiet
.
Richis
had
forbidden
any
preparations
for
the
"
Day
of
Liberation
,
"
as
people
were
calling
the
murderer
's
execution
day
.
It
all
disgusted
him
.
The
sudden
eruption
of
renewed
fear
among
the
populace
had
disgusted
him
,
their
feverish
joy
of
anticipation
disgusted
him
.
The
people
themselves
,
every
one
of
them
,
disgusted
him
.
He
had
not
participated
in
the
presentation
of
the
culprit
and
his
victims
in
the
cathedral
square
,
nor
in
the
trial
,
nor
in
the
obscene
procession
of
sensation
seekers
filing
past
the
cell
of
the
condemned
man
.
He
had
requested
that
the
court
come
to
his
home
for
him
to
identify
his
daughter
's
hair
and
clothing
,
had
given
his
testimony
briefly
and
calmly
,
and
had
asked
that
they
leave
him
those
items
as
keepsakes
,
which
they
did
He
carried
them
to
Laure
's
room
,
laid
the
shredded
nightgown
and
undershirt
on
her
bed
,
spread
the
red
hair
over
the
pillow
,
sat
down
beside
them
,
and
did
not
leave
the
room
again
day
or
night
,
as
if
by
pointlessly
standing
guard
now
,
he
could
make
good
what
he
had
neglected
to
do
that
night
in
La
Napoule
.
He
was
so
full
of
disgust
,
disgust
at
the
world
and
at
himself
,
that
he
could
not
weep.He
was
also
disgusted
by
the
murderer
.
He
did
not
want
to
regard
him
as
a
human
being
,
but
only
as
a
victim
to
be
slaughtered
.
He
did
not
want
to
see
him
until
the
execution
,
when
he
would
be
laid
on
the
cross
and
the
twelve
blows
crashed
down
upon
him
--
then
he
would
want
to
see
him
,
want
to
see
him
from
up
close
,
and
he
had
had
a
place
reserved
for
himself
in
the
front
row
.
And
when
the
crowd
had
wandered
off
after
a
few
hours
,
he
wanted
to
climb
up
onto
the
bloody
scaffold
and
crouch
next
to
him
,
keeping
watch
,
by
night
,
by
day
,
for
however
long
he
had
to
,
and
look
into
the
eyes
of
this
man
,
the
murderer
of
his
daughter
,
and
drop
by
drop
to
trickle
the
disgust
within
him
into
those
eyes
,
to
pour
out
his
disgust
like
burning
acid
over
the
man
in
his
death
agonies-until
the
beast
perished
...
And
after
that
?
What
would
he
do
after
that
?
He
did
not
know
.
Perhaps
resume
his
normal
life
,
perhaps
get
married
,
perhaps
father
a
son
,
perhaps
do
nothing
at
all
,
perhaps
die
.
It
made
no
difference
whatever
to
him
.
To
think
about
it
seemed
to
him
as
pointless
as
to
think
about
what
he
would
do
after
his
own
death
:
nothing
,
of
course
.
Nothing
that
he
could
know
at
this
point
.
