Mouzon. You are not here to say what you believe. Tell me what you saw or heard. That is all that's asked of you.
Bridet. But one's always meeting them, these gipsies. The other day they robbed a tobacconist's shop. There were three of them. Two of them went inside. I must tell you they had looked the place over during the day—
Mouzon. Did you come here to laugh at the law? Eh?
Bridet. I?—But, Monsieur—
Mouzon. I ask if you came here to mock at the law?
Bridet. No, Monsieur.
Mouzon. That's as well, for such a thing won't answer—you understand? Do you hear?
Bridet. Yes, Monsieur.
Mouzon. Is that all you have to say?
Bridet. No, Monsieur.