"Now his shirt," and the shirt was taken off.
"Now his boots and trousers."
All this was done, and a few moments later the accused stood in his socks and underclothing. And still he made no protest.
Here M. Paul whispered to Hauteville, who nodded in assent.
"Certainly. Take off his garters and pull up his drawers. I want his legs bare below the knees."
"It's an outrage!" cried Groener, for the first time showing feeling.
"Silence, sir!" glared the magistrate.
"You'll be bare above the knees in the morning when your measurements are taken." Then to the guard: "Do what I said."
Again the guard obeyed, and Coquenil stood by in eager watchfulness as the prisoner's lower legs were uncovered.
"Ah!" he cried in triumph, "I knew it, I was sure of it! There!" he pointed to an egg-shaped wound on the right calf, two red semicircles plainly imprinted in the white flesh. "It's the first time I ever marked a man with my teeth and—it's a jolly good thing I did."