The President eyed him with rather more dislike than he had shown for the other partner.
"Your name and surname!" he commanded, curtly.
"Merivel—Modiste Hyacinthe!" replied the junior partner, in his blandest professional tones.
"Your age?"
"Fifty-two years, M. the President!"
"Your profession?"
"Confidential missions!" replied M. Merivel, with an obsequious tow.
"Your address!" demanded the judge.
"No. 132 Rue St. Denis, Paris."
"What do you know about the murder of Laroque?"