Yanetta. You can write whatever you like.
Mouzon. Then I'm a liar. And the recorder too, he is a liar?
Yanetta. The night old Goyetche was murdered my husband did not leave the house.
Mouzon. You will sign this paper, and at once. It is your interrogatory.
Yanetta. All that is untrue! I tell you it's untrue! [Shouting] The night old Goyetche was murdered my husband never left the house—he never left the house.
Mouzon [pale with anger] You will pay for this! [To the recorder] Make out immediately an order for the detention of this woman and call the gendarmes. [To Yanetta] Woman Etchepare, I place you under arrest on a charge of being accessory to murder. [To the gendarmes] Take the man to the cells and return for the woman.
The gendarmes remove Etchepare.
Scene XI:—Mouzon, Yanetta, the recorder.
Yanetta. Ah, you are angry, aren't you—furious—because you haven't got your way! Although you've done everything, everything you possibly could, short of killing us by inches! You pretend to be kind. You spoke kindly to us. You wanted to make me send my husband to the scaffold! [Mouzon has taken up his brief and affects to be studying it with indifference] It's your trade to supply heads to the guillotine. You must have criminals, guilty men, you must have them at any cost. When a man falls into your clutches he's a dead man. They come in here innocent and they've got to go out again guilty. It's your trade; it's a matter of vanity with you to succeed! You ask questions which don't seem to mean anything in particular, and yet they may send a man to the next world; and when you've forced the poor wretch to condemn himself you're delighted, like a savage would be!
Mouzon [to the gendarmes] Take her away—be quick!