"Of course not, we knew that, anyway. And the girl?"
"I went for her myself. She is outside."
"And the prisoner?"
"He's in another room under guard. I thought it best he shouldn't see the witnesses."
"Quite right. He'd better not see them when he comes through the outer office. You attend to that."
"Bien!"
"Is there anything else before I send for him? Oh, the things he wore? Did you find them?"
The detective nodded. "We found that he has a room on the fifth floor, over Madam Cecile's. He keeps it by the year. He made his change there, and we found everything that he took off—the wig, the beard, and the rough clothes."
The judge rubbed his hands. "Capital! Capital! It's a great coup. We may as well begin. I want you to be present, Coquenil, at the examination."
"Ah, that's kind of you!" exclaimed M. Paul.