Dumoulin solemnly opened the voluminous bundle of papers set before him, looked through the documents, affecting not to see the prisoner stationed before him.... Ready at length to begin the interrogation, the commandant raised his head, straightened himself, and ordered:
"Approach!"
The prisoner, a warder on each side of him, took a step forward.
"You are truly Corporal Vinson?"
"No, Commandant!"
Dumoulin was silent a moment, choking with anger, his hand trembling slightly—did the fellow mean to mock him?... He frowned. He did not like the manner of this fellow, with his bright, piercing eyes, his scornful looks. He repeated:
"Are you Corporal Vinson?"
"No, Commandant."
Dumoulin was boiling with rage: he was about to explode. Lieutenant Servin approached: in a low voice he said:
"Commandant! Someone wishes you to see him immediately."