"We'll know that definitely in the morning when you undergo the Bertillon measurements. In the meantime M. Coquenil can testify that you use your left hand with wonderful skill."
"Referring, I suppose," sneered the prisoner, "to our imaginary encounter on the Champs Elysées, when M. Coquenil claims to have used his teeth on my leg."
Quick as a flash M. Paul bent toward the judge and said something in a low tone.
"Ah, yes!" exclaimed Hauteville with a start of satisfaction. Then to Groener: "How do you happen to know that this encounter took place on the Champs Elysées?"
"Why—er—he said so just now," answered the other uneasily.
"I think not. Was the Champs Elysées mentioned, Jules?" he turned to the clerk.
Jules looked back conscientiously through his notes and shook his head. "Nothing has been said about the Champs Elysées."
"I must have imagined it," muttered the prisoner.
"Very clever of you, Groener," said the judge dryly, "to imagine the exact street where the encounter took place. You couldn't have done better if you had known it."
"You see what comes of talking without the advice of counsel," remarked Maître Curé in funereal tones.