"Well, pack up, and we'll just take a trip to Paris for a week."
Their portmanteaus were quickly got ready, and a vehicle was engaged to take them to the railway station.
But when they alighted, and were about to take their tickets, a very polite police officer tapped Murray on the shoulder, and said—
"I much regret to have to ask monsieur to postpone his journey."
"What?"
"I must request Monsieur to defer his visit to Paris till after the trial of the English coiners."
"What has that to do with me?"
"The judge may desire your presence, monsieur; he may wish to hear your evidence."
"Nonsense!"
"It may be; but I am compelled to say that I cannot permit you to leave Marseilles to-day, and I must request you to accompany me back to the hall of justice."