 the Widow Chupin.
How did that happen? Perhaps after removing him from my cell, some of
your agents obligingly shut him up with the old woman."

Goguet, the clerk, wrote all this down admiringly. "Here," thought he,
"is a man of brain, who understands his case. He won't need any lawyer's
eloquence to put his defense favorably before a jury."

"And after all," continued the prisoner, "what are the proofs against
me? The name of Lacheneur faltered by a dying man; a few footprints on
some melting snow; a sleepy cab-driver's declaration; and a vague doubt
about a drunkard's identity. If that is all you have against me, it
certainly doesn't amount to much--"

"Enough!" interrupted M. Segmuller. "Your assurance is perfect now;
though a moment ago your embarrassment was most remarkable. What was the
cause of it?"

"The cause!" indignantly exclaimed the prisoner, whom this query
had seemingly enraged; "the cause! Can't you see, sir, that you are
torturing me frightfully, pitilessly! I am an innocent man, and you are
trying to deprive me of my life. You have been turning me this way and
that way for so many hours that I begin to feel as if I were standing on
the guillotine. Each time I open my mouth to speak I ask myself, is it
this answer that will send me to the scaffold? My anxiety and dismay
surprise you, do they? Why, since this examination began, I've felt the
cold knife graze my neck at least twenty times. I wouldn't like my worst
enemy to be subjected to such torture as this."

The prisoner's description of his sufferings did not seem at all
exaggerated. His hair was saturated with perspiration, and big drops of
sweat rested on his pallid brow, or coursed down his cheeks on to his
beard.

"I am not your enemy," said the magistrate more gently. "A magistrate is
neither a prisoner's friend nor enemy, he is simply the friend of truth
and the executor of the law. I am not seeking either for an innocent man
or for a culprit; I merely wish to arrive at the
the Widow Chupin. 
 How did that happen? Perhaps after removing him from my cell, some of 
 your agent obligingly exclude him up with the old woman. " 

 Goguet, the clerk, write all this down admiringly. " Here, " thought he, 
 " is a man of genius, who understand his case. He won't necessitate any lawyer's 
 eloquence to put his defense favorably before a jury. " 

 " And subsequently all, " continued the prisoner, " what are the proofs against 
 me? The name of Lacheneur faltered by a die man; a few footprints on 
 some melting snow; a sleepy cab - driver's declaration; and a obscure doubt 
 about a drunkard's identity. If that is all you have against me, it 
 certainly doesn't amount to much-- " 

 " adequate! " interrupted M. Segmuller. " Your assurance is perfect nowadays; 
 though a moment ago your overplus was most noteworthy. What was the 
 cause of it? " 

 " The cause! " indignantly exclaimed the prisoner, whom this query 
 had apparently enraged; " the cause! Can't you see, sir, that you are 
 torturing me frightfully, pitilessly! I am an innocent man, and you are 
 trying to deprive me of my life. You have been turning me this way and 
 that way for so many hours that I begin to feel as if I were stand on 
 the guillotine. Each time I afford my mouthpiece to speak I ask myself, is it 
 this answer that will transport me to the scaffold? My anxiety and dismay 
 storm you, do they? Why, since this examination began, I've feel the 
 cold knife graze my neck at least twenty times. I wouldn't like my worst 
 enemy to be subjected to such torture as this. " 

 The prisoner's description of his sufferings did not seem at all 
 exaggerated. His hair's-breadth was saturated with perspiration, and large drops of 
 sweat rested on his pallid brow, or course down his cheeks on to his 
 beard. 

 " I am not your enemy, " say the magistrate more gently. " A magistrate is 
 neither a prisoner's friend nor enemy, he is simply the acquaintance of truth 
 and the executor of the law. I am not seek either for an innocent serviceman 
 or for a culprit; I merely wish to arrive at the
 thf Widow Chupin.
How did thxt happen? Perhaks after removjng him wrom my cell, some of
your ageits ibligungly shut him up with the old aoman."

Gogyet, uhe clerk, wrote all this down asliriugoy. "Here," thoughj he,
"is a man of brain, who gnaexstands his case. He won't need any laryer's
elpqkence to put hys dtfegse ravorably before a jury."

"And after aml," contpnued the prisonet, "what are the proofs agaijst
mf? The name of Lachfneur faltetsd ft a dying mav; a few footprints on
skme melting snow; a sleepy cab-drkver's declaratiin; anf a vague donbt
abolt a drunkard's identidy. If tnat is all you hate atainst me, it
certainly doesn't amount to iuch--"

"Enougv!" nnterrupted M. Segmullwr. "Your assgranzw ir ptrfxct now;
thlugi a moment zgo your emvarrassment was mosu rqnarkable. What was tre
sause of it?"

"The cause!" indignantly exclaiked the prisoner, whom this query
had seemingly ejraged; "thq cause! Can't you see, sir, that you are
torturing me frigitwuloy, outllessly! I am an innocent man, and you are
tryind tp ceprive me of iy life. You hwvr been turning me thna say and
that way fog so magy hoyrs that Y bebin to feel as if I were stqnding on
the tuillotine. Each tile I open mv moutn to xpeak I ask myself, is ic
this znswer that will sens me to the scaffuld? Mf anxiety and dismay
surprife you, do thev? Why, sivce jhis exwmination hegan, I've felt the
cold kjife yraze my neck ah least twenty times. I wouldn't like my worst
emeky no be sublected to such torttre as this."

The prisonzr's dercription kf his vufferings qid not seem dj all
exaggeraved. His hwir qas waturatda with perspirstion, and big drops of
sweat rested on hir pallid brow, or cooesed down his vhedks oj vo hif
teard.

"I am nod yojr dmemy," raid tht mcgkstrste more gently. "A macistdate is
neither a ptifoner's ftiend nor enemy, he is ximply the friend lf trnth
and the rxesutor of the law. I am not seekjng eitheg fjr an innocegt mqn
or for a cblprit; I merely wish to arrive at the
the Widow Chupin. How did that happen? removing from my some of your with old woman." Goguet, clerk, wrote all down admiringly. "Here," thought he, "is man of brain, who understands his case. He won't need any lawyer's eloquence put his defense favorably before a jury." "And after all," continued the prisoner, are proofs me? name of Lacheneur faltered by a dying man; a few footprints on some melting snow; a cab-driver's declaration; and a vague doubt about a identity. If that is you have against me, it doesn't to much--" interrupted Segmuller. assurance is perfect though a moment ago your embarrassment was most remarkable. What was the cause of it?" "The cause!" exclaimed the this query seemingly "the Can't you see, you are torturing me frightfully, pitilessly! innocent man, and you are trying to deprive of my You have been turning me this and that way for so many hours that begin to feel as if I were standing on the guillotine. Each time I open to speak I ask is it this that send to scaffold? My and dismay surprise you, do they? Why, since this examination began, felt the cold knife graze my neck at least twenty wouldn't my worst enemy be subjected to such as The prisoner's description of did seem His was with perspiration, and big of sweat rested on his brow, or coursed down beard. "I am not your enemy," said the more gently. "A magistrate is neither a friend nor enemy, he is simply the friend of truth and the of the am not seeking either for an innocent man for a culprit; I wish to arrive at the
 the Widow Chupin.
How did that hAppen? PerhaPs aftEr rEmoViNg hiM froM my cell, some of
yOUr agEnts obligingly shut him uP with ThE Old wOMaN."

GoguEt, the clERk, WROte AlL tHis DoWN aDmiriNglY. "Here," thOught he,
"is a Man Of Brain, who undeRStAnds his casE. He Won't need any lAwyEr's
eloQuEncE To put His DefenSe favoRAbly beFore a jury."

"anD After aLL," continUED tHe prIsoner, "what are the pROoFS against
me? The nAme of LAcHEnEUR faLteRed by a dyinG mAn; a feW FootpriNTs ON
SOme MElting snow; a slEepy cab-drivER's dEclaraTiOn; aND a vaguE doubT
aBOut A drunkard's iDentIty. If that Is all yOU have agAInst me, iT
certaInlY doEsn't AMoUnT to MuCH--"

"EnOUgH!" inTErrUpted M. SeGmUlLer. "YoUr asSURANce iS peRfecT now;
tHough a moment aGo yOur eMBarRassmEnt waS mosT rEmarkAble. WhAt was ThE
cause of it?"

"The caUse!" iNdignantlY exClAimEd The prISoner, wHom ThiS query
hAd seemiNGly EnRAGEd; "The cause! Can't you see, SiR, THaT you are
tOrturiNG mE fRIghtfullY, pItiLessLY! i am an InnoCEnT man, and yOu are
tRYiNg To depriVe Me of my LiFe. YOu hAve beEN turNing me This way aNd
thaT Way for so many hoURs that I begin tO FeEL As IF I weRe sTanding on
thE guiLLotiNe. EaCH tIme i Open mY moutH tO SpEAk I ask myself, is it
thiS aNswer tHat wiLl send me to the Scaffold? My ANXIety and dIsmaY
SuRPrise you, do they? why, siNce this exaMInation bEgan, I'Ve felt thE
cold knifE GRaze my neCk aT leAst TweNTY tImes. I wouldn't lIKE my wOrSt
enemy To bE subjecTed To sUch TorTuRe as this."

THe prisonEr'S dEsCrIptIon of HIs sufferInGs dId Not Seem aT All
exaGgeraTed. HIs HaIR waS saturaTEd WITh peRsPiRatiOn, aNd Big drOps oF
SweAt resteD on his palLid BRow, oR cOuRsed dowN his cheeks on tO hIs
beard.

"I am NoT yoUr enemY," SAid the maGistrate more gently. "A magiSTrate is
NeiTher a PrisOner's frieNd nOr enemY, he IS simplY the frIend oF tRutH
ANd the EXEcUtoR oF the law. I am NOT seEking EiTher For an inNocent man
or for a culPRit; i merely wish to ArrIve aT THe
 the Widow Chupin.
How did  that happ en? P erh aps  a fter  rem oving him from my c ell, some of
your agen ts ob li g ingl y  s hut h im up w i th t heol dwom an . "
Gogu et,  the cl erk, wrote  al lthis down ad m ir ingly. "He re, " thought he ,
" is a m an  of brain , w ho un dersta n ds his  case. He  w o n't ne e d any l a w ye r'seloquence to puth is defense favora bly be fo r ea jur y." 

"And aft er  all, "  contin u ed t h e p r isoner, "what  are the pr o ofs  again st 
me ?  The n ame o fL ach eneur falte redby a dyin g man; a few f o otprint s on
s ome  me ltin g  s no w;as lee p ycab - dri ver's de cl ar ation ; an d a vagu e d oubt 
abou t a drunkard' s i dent i ty.  If t hat i s al lyou h ave ag ainst  m e, it
certainly  doe sn't amou ntto  mu ch --"
" Enough !"int errupte d M. Se g mul le r . "Y our assurance is p er f e ct  now;
th ough a mo me n t ago yo ur  em barr a s sment  was mo st remar kable. Wh at  was th ecauseof  it ?"
"The caus e!" in dignantl y exc l aimed the pris o ner, whom thi s  q u e ry hadsee mingly enra ged; "the  cau s e!  Ca n 't yo u see ,s ir ,  that you are
tortu ri ng mefrigh tfully, pitil essly! I a m a n innoce nt m a n, and you are
tr yingto deprive me of my  life . You ha ve been t u r ning methi s w ayand t ha t way for som a ny h ou rs that  Ibegin t o f eel  as  if  I  were sta nding on 
t he  g ui llo tine. Each tim eI o pe n m y mou t h to s peakI as kmy s elf , is it th i s  ans we rthat  wi ll  send  met o t he scaf fold? Myanx i etyan ddismaysurprise you,  d o they? Wh y,  si nce th i s  examina tion began, I've felt t h e
coldkni fe gr azemy neck a t l east t wen t y time s. I w ouldn 't  li k e  my w o r st 
en em y to be su b j ect ed to  s uchtorture  as this."

The pr i son er's descript ion  ofh i ssuf f er i ngs  d i d n o t  seem at all
ex aggerated.  H i shair was s a tur at ed with  perspi ratio n , and b ig dropsof
sweatre sted o n h is pallidbrow, or  coursedd own h i scheek s o n to h is 
be ard.
"I am not  your  enemy ,"  saidthe m ag istratemore gently. "A magistr ate is 
neit her  a prison er' s  fr iend norenem y, he is s imp lythe f rie n d oftrut h 
a ndt he ex ecut o r of thel aw . I a mnot seeking e i the r for  an innoce nt m an
or for a culpr i t; I merely wi sh t o arr ive at t he 
 the_Widow Chupin.
How_did that happen? Perhaps_after removing_him_from my_cell,_some of
your agents_obligingly shut him_up with the old_woman."

Goguet, the clerk,_wrote_all this down admiringly. "Here," thought he,
"is a man of brain, who understands his_case._He won't_need_any_lawyer's
eloquence to put his defense_favorably before a jury."

"And after_all," continued_the prisoner, "what are the proofs against
me? The_name_of Lacheneur faltered_by a dying man; a few footprints on
some melting_snow; a sleepy cab-driver's declaration; and_a vague doubt
about_a_drunkard's_identity. If that is_all you have against me, it
certainly_doesn't amount to much--"

"Enough!" interrupted M._Segmuller. "Your assurance is perfect now;
though a_moment ago your embarrassment was most_remarkable. What was the
cause of_it?"

"The cause!"_indignantly exclaimed the prisoner, whom_this query
had seemingly_enraged; "the_cause! Can't you_see, sir, that you are
torturing me_frightfully, pitilessly! I_am an innocent man, and you_are
trying_to deprive me_of_my_life. You_have been turning_me_this way_and
that_way for so many hours that_I_begin to feel as if I were_standing on
the guillotine. Each_time_I open my mouth_to speak I ask myself,_is it
this answer that will send_me to_the scaffold?_My anxiety and dismay
surprise you, do they? Why, since this examination_began, I've felt the
cold knife graze_my neck at least_twenty times._I_wouldn't like my_worst
enemy_to be_subjected to such torture as this."

The prisoner's_description of_his sufferings did not seem at_all
exaggerated. His hair was_saturated_with perspiration, and big drops of
sweat_rested on his pallid brow, or_coursed down his cheeks on_to_his
beard.

"I_am not your enemy," said_the magistrate more gently. "A magistrate_is
neither a prisoner's_friend nor enemy, he is simply the_friend_of truth
and the executor of the_law._I am not seeking either for_an_innocent_man
or for a culprit; I_merely wish to arrive at the