"He has been brutal, but I will not be cowardly. It is not for me to tell you his retreat, but for you to find him."
Maurice looked at Dixmer. He never moved. One idea flashed through the young man's brain. It was to denounce him at the same time that he denounced himself; but he quickly suppressed the thought.
"No," said he; "it is not thus that he should die."
"Then you refuse to assist us in our search?" said the president.
"I think, sir, I could not do so without rendering myself as contemptible in the eyes of others as he is in mine."
"Are there any witnesses?" demanded the president.
"There is one," replied the usher.
"Call the witness."
"Maximilien-Jean Lorin!" shouted the usher.