An Officer and a Spy

restored to the army and given a command. Why should I put on the same uniform as Mercier, du Paty, Gonse, Lauth and that gang of criminals?
    In January, Mercier is elected as senator for the lower Loire on a nationalist platform.
    From Dreyfus I hear nothing. And then, more than a year after his release, one bleak day in the winter of 1900, I go downstairs to collect my mail and find a letter, postmarked Paris. The address is in handwriting familiar to me only from secret files and courtroom evidence.
My Colonel,
I have the honour to request that you set a day and a time when you will allow me to express to you in person my gratitude.
Respectfully,
A. Dreyfus
    It comes from an address in the rue de Châteaudun.
    I carry it back upstairs. Pauline has stayed overnight, as she does quite often now the girls are getting older. Madame Romazzotti is how she prefers to style herself these days, having reverted to her maiden name: people assume she is a widow. I tease her that it makes her sound like a spiritualist on the boulevard Saint-Germain.
    She calls from the bedroom, ‘Anything interesting?’
    I read the note again.
    ‘No,’ I call back, ‘nothing.’
    Later that morning I take one of my visiting cards and write on the back: Sir, I will let you know the day when I can see you. G. Picquart.
    And then I do nothing about it. He is not the kind of man who finds it easy to say thank you; very well; I am not the sort who finds it easy to be thanked; therefore let us spare ourselves the bathos of the encounter. Later, I am accused in the newspapers of flatly refusing to meet Dreyfus. One anonymous friend of the family – it turns out to be the Zionist pamphleteer Bernard Lazare – tells L’Echo de Paris , a right-wing newspaper: We do not understand Picquart, or his attitude . . . you probably do not know, nor do many others, that Picquart is energetically anti-Semitic.
    How am I to answer this? Perhaps by observing that if the true measure of a man’s character, as Aristotle says, is his actions, then mine have hardly been those of an energetic anti-Semite. Still, there is nothing like an accusation of anti-Semitism to get all one’s old prejudices flowing, and I write bitterly to a friend: ‘I knew that one day I would be attacked by the Jews, and notably by the Dreyfuses . . .’
    Thus our beautiful cause descends into tantrums, disappointment, reproaches and acrimony.
    On the parade ground of the École Militaire, the companies of cadets wheel and stamp on the packed brown dirt. I stand behind the railings of the place de Fontenoy, as I often do, and watch as they are put through their paces. So much of my life is contained here in this spot. This is where I was taught as a young officer, and where I did my teaching. This is where I witnessed Dreyfus’s degradation. Over there in the riding school is where I fought my duel with Henry.
    ‘Companies – attention! ’
    ‘Companies – present arms! ’
    The young men march past, eyes right, in perfect step, and the worst of it is they do not even see me. Or if they do, they see me without registering me – just another middle-aged civilian in a black suit and bowler hat watching wistfully from the other side.
    And yet, in the end, we win – not in a flash of glory, as we had always hoped; not at the climax of some great trial, with the condemned man, vindicated at last, carried shoulder-high to freedom. We win quietly, behind closed doors, when tempers have cooled, in committee rooms and archives, as all the facts are sieved and sieved again, by careful jurists.
    First, Jaurès, the leader of the socialists, makes a forensic speech in the Chamber of Deputies, lasting a day and a half, setting out the entire affair with such clarity that the new Minister of War, General André, agrees to look again at all the evidence – that is in 1903. Then the result of the André inquiry prompts the Criminal Chamber to take up the case itself, and conclude that it should be reviewed by the Supreme Court of Appeal – that occupies 1904. Then a year is lost in political turmoil over the separation of Church and State – farewell 1905. But finally, the Supreme Court of Appeal quashes the Rennes verdict and exonerates Dreyfus entirely – that happens on 12 July 1906.
    On the 13th, a motion is laid before the Chamber of Deputies to restore Dreyfus to the army with the rank of major, and to award him the highest available distinction, the cross of the Legion of