Coquenil entered, followed by the shrimp photographer, who was evidently much depressed.
"Do you recognize this man?" questioned Hauteville, studying the prisoner closely.
"No," came the answer with a careless shrug.
The shrimp turned to the prisoner and, at the sight of him, started forward accusingly.
"That is the man," he cried, "that is the man who choked me."
"One moment," said the magistrate. "What is your name?"
"Alexander Godin," piped the photographer.
"You live at the Hôtel des Étrangers on the Rue Racine?"
"Yes, sir."
"You are engaged to a young dressmaker who has a room near yours on the sixth floor?"