A two-page story about the cleverness of a man presumed to be more simple-minded than he was: the postmaster’s beautiful wife had just died. All assumed she had been cheating on him. He assures everyone she never had. They doubt him. He proves it, saying he maintained her fidelity by spreading rumors that she was the mistress of the chief of police, whom no one would dare cross. And so no one touched her. Et voilà.
Les éclats, 1883