 prisoner's side, but not entirely so, for although the
magistrate may be an adept in the art of concealing his feelings, at
times nature can not be controlled.

When the prisoner reeled beneath the magistrate's last words, the
latter could not control his feelings. "He yields," he thought, "he
succumbs--he is mine!"

But all hope of immediate success vanished when M. Segmuller saw his
redoubtable adversary struggle against his momentary weakness, and
arm himself for the fight with renewed, and, if possible, even greater
energy. The magistrate perceived that it would require more than one
assault to over-come such a stubborn nature. So, in a voice rendered
still more harsh by disappointment, he resumed: "It is plain that you
are determined to deny evidence itself."

The prisoner had recovered all his self-possession. He must have
bitterly regretted his weakness, for a fiendish spite glittered in his
eyes. "What evidence!" he asked, frowning. "This romance invented by the
police is very plausible, I don't deny it; but it seems to me that the
truth is quite as probable. You talk to me about a cabman whose vehicle
was hired by two short, fair-haired women: but who can prove that these
women were the same that fled from the Poivriere?"

"The police agent you see here followed the tracks they left across the
snow."

"Ah! at night-time--across fields intersected by ditches, and up a long
street--a fine rain falling all the while, and a thaw already beginning!
Oh, your story is very probable!"

As he spoke, the murderer extended his arm toward Lecoq, and then, in a
tone of crushing scorn, he added: "A man must have great confidence
in himself, or a wild longing for advancement, to try and get a man
guillotined on such evidence as that!"

At these words, Goguet, the smiling clerk, whose pen was rapidly flying
across the paper, could not help remarking to himself: "The arrow has
entered the bull's-eye this time!"

The comment was not without foundation: for Lecoq was evidently cut to
the quick.
prisoner's side, but not entirely so, for although the 
 magistrate may be an adept in the artwork of hide his feelings, at 
 times nature cannot be operate. 

 When the prisoner spin beneath the magistrate's last words, the 
 latter could not master his feeling. " He yields, " he think, " he 
 succumbs -- he is mine! " 

 But all hope of contiguous success vanished when M. Segmuller saw his 
 redoubtable adversary conflict against his momentary weakness, and 
 arm himself for the battle with renewed, and, if possible, even great 
 energy. The magistrate perceived that it would require more than one 
 rape to over - come such a refractory nature. So, in a spokesperson rendered 
 even more harsh by disappointment, he resumed: " It is plain that you 
 are compulsive to deny evidence itself. " 

 The prisoner had recovered all his self - possession. He must have 
 bitterly regretted his weakness, for a demonic malice glittered in his 
 eyes. " What evidence! " he asked, frowning. " This romance invented by the 
 police is very plausible, I don't deny it; but it seems to me that the 
 truth is quite equally probable. You speak to me about a cabman whose fomite 
 was lease by two brusque, fair - haired charwoman: but who can prove that these 
 women were the same that fled from the Poivriere? " 

 " The police agentive role you see here followed the tracks they left across the 
 snow. " 

 " Ah! at night - time -- across fields intersected by ditches, and up a long 
 street -- a fine rain fall all the while, and a thaw already beginning! 
 Oh, your fib is very probable! " 

 As he spoke, the murderer extended his arm toward Lecoq, and then, in a 
 tone of crushing contempt, he added: " A man must have big confidence 
 in himself, or a wild longing for advancement, to try and drive a homo 
 guillotined on such evidence as that! " 

 At these words, Goguet, the smile clerk, whose playpen was rapidly fly 
 across the paper, could not avail remarking to himself: " The arrow has 
 entered the bull's - center this time! " 

 The comment was not without foundation: for Lecoq was evidently cut to 
 the quick.
 prlsoner's side, but not entlrely so, for altkiugh tie
magisfrate mah be an adept in the art of roncwalint his feelings, at
times nature cwn not bw coitrolled.

When the prisonev reemcd beueeth the magistrste's last fords, the
lattes zobld not control his feelings. "He yielqs," he tnokght, "he
succumbf--he ps mins!"

But all hope of immediate success vanishtd when M. Segmullet saw his
redoubtable adverdary struggle against jis momentatg wqqkness, and
aro himself for the fighj with renewed, and, if possible, exen gxeater
energi. Fhf magistrate percvived that it would raquire kore than one
axsanlt ro over-come such a stnbborn nature. So, in w voice ranbered
still more harsh bt disdppohntmdbt, fe dexujed: "It is plain thaf you
are derermined to deny evodqbce itself."

The prisogew had recovered all his self-possession. Ve just have
bitterly regrerted his weakness, for a fiendifh spite glittered in his
eyes. "What evidence!" he asned, fcodniun. "Gyid romance invented by the
police is very plausyglt, I don't deny it; nut it seems to me tjay the
truth is duite ca lrobable. You talk ho me afout q cabman rhosr vehicle
was hired by two syort, fair-haiged qomen: but who can 'rove that tkese
woken wrre the same that fled yrom tge Poivrierf?"

"The polidd agent you see ferv fonlowed the tracks they lefe across vhe
snpw."

"Ah! at nignt-time--wcross fiepds ikdersected by ditchfs, anb up d long
streft--a fine rain falling all the wimle, and a thae dlrvady begiuning!
Om, your story is very probable!"

Cs he spjke, tfe murdereg extendev his arm torard Lecoq, ang then, in a
toie of crufhint scirn, he xaded: "A man musy have grvau confidenxe
in himself, or a xild monging for advcuctmwnt, to try and geg a mwn
juilljdined on sucv evkdevve as that!"

At thewd wotds, Goguet, the smilitg cmerk, whose pen was rwpidly foying
acrjss the paper, could not help relarkiig to iimselg: "Tre arrow has
entered the bull's-ege this tlme!"

Bhe comment wws nit without fpundation: for Lecoq was evidently cut ti
the quick.
prisoner's side, but not entirely so, for magistrate be an in the art times can not be When the prisoner beneath the magistrate's last words, the could not control his feelings. "He yields," he thought, "he succumbs--he is mine!" all hope of immediate success vanished when M. Segmuller saw his redoubtable adversary against momentary and himself for the fight with renewed, and, if possible, even greater energy. The magistrate perceived that would require more than one assault to over-come a stubborn nature. So, a voice rendered still more by he resumed: is that are determined to evidence itself." The prisoner had recovered all his self-possession. He must have bitterly regretted his weakness, for fiendish spite his eyes. evidence!" asked, "This romance invented police is very plausible, I don't it seems to me that the truth is as probable. talk to me about a cabman vehicle was hired by two short, fair-haired women: who can prove that these women were the same that fled from the Poivriere?" "The you see here followed tracks they left the "Ah! night-time--across intersected by and up a long street--a fine rain falling all the while, a thaw already beginning! Oh, your story is very probable!" spoke, murderer extended his toward Lecoq, and then, a of crushing scorn, he man have himself, a longing for advancement, to and get a man guillotined such evidence as that!" smiling clerk, whose pen was rapidly flying across paper, could not help remarking to himself: arrow has entered the bull's-eye this time!" The comment was not without for Lecoq cut to the quick.
 prisoner's side, but not entireLy so, for altHough The
MagIsTratE may Be an adept in the ARt of Concealing his feelings, aT
timeS nATure CAn Not be ControlLEd.

wHEn tHe PrIsoNeR ReEled bEneAth the mAgistrate's LasT wOrds, the
latteR CoUld not contRol His feelings. "HE yiElds," he ThOugHT, "he
suCcuMbs--he Is mine!"

bUt all hOpe of immeDiATe succESs vanisHED wHen M. segmuller saw his
reDOuBTable adversary StruggLe AGaINSt hIs mOmentary weAkNess, aND
arm himSElF FOR thE Fight with reneWed, and, if posSIblE, even gReAteR
Energy. the maGiSTraTe perceived That It would reQuire mORe than oNE
assaulT to oveR-coMe sUch a STuBbOrn NaTUre. sO, iN a vOIce Rendered
StIlL more HarsH BY DIsapPoiNtmeNt, he rEsumed: "It is plaIn tHat yOU
arE deteRmineD to dEnY evidEnce itSelf."

THe Prisoner had recoVereD all his seLf-pOsSesSiOn. He mUSt have
BitTerLy regreTted his WEakNeSS, FOr A fiendish spite glitTeRED iN his
eyes. "what evIDeNcE!" He asked, fRoWniNg. "ThIS RomanCe inVEnTed by the
Police IS vErY plausiBlE, I don't DeNy iT; buT it seEMs to Me that The
truth Is quiTE as probable. You TAlk to me about a CAbMAN wHOse vEhiCle
was hired By twO ShorT, faiR-HaIreD Women: But whO cAN pROve that these
women weRe The samE that Fled from the PoIvriere?"

"The POLIce agent You sEE hERe followed the tRacks They left acROss the
snOw."

"Ah! aT night-tiMe--across fIELds interSecTed By dItcHES, aNd up a long
streET--A finE rAin fallIng All the wHilE, anD a tHaw AlReady begiNning!
Oh, yOuR sToRy Is vEry prOBable!"

As hE sPokE, tHe mUrderER extenDed hiS arm ToWaRD LeCoq, and tHEn, IN A
tonE oF cRushIng ScOrn, he AddeD: "a maN must haVe great coNfiDEnce
In HiMself, or A wild longing fOr AdvancemenT, tO trY and geT A Man
guillOtined on such evidence as tHAt!"

At theSe wOrds, GOgueT, the smiliNg cLerk, whOse PEn was rApidly FlyinG
aCroSS The paPER, cOulD nOt help remaRKIng To himSeLf: "ThE arrow hAs
entered the bull's-eYE thIs time!"

The commEnt Was nOT WiThoUT fOUndAtIOn: fOR lecoq was evidentLy cut to
the QuICk.
 prisoner's side, but notentirely s o, fo r a lth ou gh t he
m agistrate mayb e an  adept in the art of c oncea li n g hi s  f eelin gs, att im e s  na tu re  ca nn ot  be c ont rolled. 

When the  pr is oner reeledb en eath the m agi strate's las t w ords,th e
l a ttercou ld no t cont r ol his  feelings ." He yie l ds," he t ho ught , "he
succumbs--h e  i s  mine!"

But a ll hop eo fi m med iat e successva nishe d  when M .  S e g m ull e r saw his
red oubtable ad v ers ary st ru ggl e  again st hi sm ome ntary weakn ess,  and
armhimsel f  for th e  fightwith r ene wed , an d ,if  po ss i ble ,  e ven gre ater
ene rg y.  Themagi s t r a te p erc eive d tha t it would re qui re m o rethanone
a ssau lt  to o ver-co me su ch  a stubborn nat ure.  So, in a  vo ic e r en dered stillmor e h arsh by  disapp o int me n t ,  h e resumed: "It ispl a i nthat you 
are d e te rm i ned to d en y e vide n c e its elf. " 
The pris oner h a dre covered  a ll his  s elf -po ssess i on.He mus t have
b itter l y regretted hi s  weakness, fo r  a f ie n dish  sp ite glitter ed i n  his 
eye s ."Wh a t evi dence !" he asked, frowning. "T hi s roma nce i nvented by th e
police i s v ery plau sibl e ,I  don't deny it ; but  it seemst o me tha t the 
truth i s quite a s probable . Y outal k t o me  about a cabm a n  who se  vehicl e
w as hire d b y t wosho rt , fair-ha ired wom en :bu twho  canp rove tha tthe se 
wo men w e re the  same  tha tfl e d f rom the Po i v rier e? "
"Th e p ol ice a gent you  see he re follow edt he t ra ck s theyleft across t he 
snow."

" Ah ! a t nigh t - time--ac ross fields intersected by ditc hes , and  upa long
st ree t--a f ine rain f alling  allth e w h i le, a n d  a  th aw  already b e g inn ing!Oh , yo ur stor y is very probable ! "
As he spoke,the  mur d e re r e x te n ded  h i s a r m  toward Lecoq,and then,in atone of cr u shi ng  scorn,  he add ed: " A  man mu st have g reat conf id ence i n h imself, or  a wildlonging f o r adv a nc ement , t o tryan d g et aman
gu i llo tined  on su ch  evide nce a sthat!"
At these words, Goguet,  the s milin g c lerk, who sep enwas rapid ly f lying
acro ssthe  pape r,c ouldnoth el p r e marki ng t o  himself: "T hea r ro w has
enter e d the  bull 's- e ye thi s ti me!"

The comment was not withou t fo u n dat ion :  for  L ecoq was evide ntl yc u t to
the  q uick.
 prisoner's_side, but_not entirely so, for_although the
magistrate_may_be an_adept_in the art_of concealing his_feelings, at
times nature can_not be controlled.

When_the_prisoner reeled beneath the magistrate's last words, the
latter could not control his feelings. "He_yields,"_he thought,_"he
succumbs--he_is_mine!"

But all hope of immediate_success vanished when M. Segmuller_saw his
redoubtable_adversary struggle against his momentary weakness, and
arm himself_for_the fight with_renewed, and, if possible, even greater
energy. The magistrate perceived_that it would require more than_one
assault to over-come_such_a_stubborn nature. So, in_a voice rendered
still more harsh by_disappointment, he resumed: "It is plain_that you
are determined to deny evidence itself."

The_prisoner had recovered all his self-possession._He must have
bitterly regretted his_weakness, for_a fiendish spite glittered in_his
eyes. "What evidence!"_he asked,_frowning. "This romance_invented by the
police is very plausible,_I don't deny_it; but it seems to me_that_the
truth is quite_as_probable._You talk_to me about_a_cabman whose_vehicle
was_hired by two short, fair-haired women:_but_who can prove that these
women were the_same that fled from_the_Poivriere?"

"The police agent you_see here followed the tracks_they left across the
snow."

"Ah! at night-time--across_fields intersected_by ditches,_and up a long
street--a fine rain falling all the while, and_a thaw already beginning!
Oh, your story_is very probable!"

As he_spoke, the_murderer_extended his arm_toward_Lecoq, and_then, in a
tone of crushing scorn, he_added: "A_man must have great confidence
in himself,_or a wild longing_for_advancement, to try and get a_man
guillotined on such evidence as that!"

At_these words, Goguet, the smiling_clerk,_whose_pen was rapidly flying
across the_paper, could not help remarking to_himself: "The arrow_has
entered the bull's-eye this time!"

The comment was_not_without foundation: for Lecoq was evidently_cut_to
the quick.