"Your first name?"
"Henri."
"You said Charles to the Commissary of Police."
"Henri-Charles—Charles—Henri."
The Magistrate did not even make a sign to Favarel, seated before the table, and who wrote very quickly without M. Ginory dictating to him.
"Your profession?" continued the Magistrate.
"Commission merchant."
"Your age?"
"Twenty-eight."
"Your residence?"