"The case is resumed!... Witnesses this way!... The woman Toulouche?... It is your turn!..."
They jostled and pushed their way through the narrow entrance in order to get into the court room quickly.
Fandor, however, instead of following the crowd, had grasped the simple Cranajour by the shoulder, and shouted loud enough to be heard by those who might have been surprised at his action.
"You duffer of a Cranajour! Go along with you! You're the man for my money, old fellow! Here's something for a glass—but come with me for five minutes: I want to interview you and make a jolly good article out of it!"
Fandor went off, followed by the detective. When they were quite away from everyone, Fandor turned quickly to his friend.
"Well, Juve?"
"Nothing, so far...."
"You have not run in the whole gang?"
"Not I!" replied Juve. "These are only the supernumeraries, and there are some of them out of my reach!... Look here, Fandor," continued Juve in a low tone. "You will see someone in court presently whose presence will astonish you—it is an aviator—the aviator Emilet.... Well, my boy, I have a notion that this fellow is no stranger to all these goings-on!... But patience!... besides, you know, Fandor, it's not my way of doing things to put the bracelets on mediocrities such as he: I fly higher!... Good-bye. Shall see you later on!"
Fandor asked, in a low tone: