very quickly without M. Ginory dictating to him.

"Your profession?" continued the Magistrate.

"Commission merchant."

"Your age?"

"Twenty-eight."

"Your residence?"

"Sydney, Australia."

And, upon this official paper, the replies were filled in, one by one,
in the blank places:

COURT OF THE FIRST INSTANCE OF THE DEPARTMENT OF THE SEINE:

Warrant of Commitment against Prades.

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Note.--Write exactly the names, Christian names, professions,
age, residence and nature of charge.

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Description Height metre centimetres

Forehead Nose

Eyes Mouth

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Hair

General Appearance

We, Edme-Armand-Georges Ginory, Examining Magistrate of the
Court of the First Instance of the Department of the Seine,
command and enjoin all officers and guards of the Public Force
to conduct to the Prison of Detention, called the Mazas, in
conformity to the Law, Prades (Charles Henri), aged 28 years,
Commission Merchant from Sydney. Accused of complicity in the
murder of Louis-Pierre Rovere. We direct the Director of said
house of detention to receive and hold him till further orders.
We command every man in the Public to lend assistance in order
to execute the present order, in case such necessity arises, to
which we attach our name and seal.

Made at the Palais de Justice, in Paris, the 12th of February,
1896.

And below, the seal was attached to the order by the registrar. M.
Ginory signed it, saying to Favarel:

"The description must be left blank. They will fill it out after the
measurements are taken."

Then, Prades, stupefied till now, not seeming to realize half that was
passing around him, gave a sudden, violent start. A cry burst from him.

"Arrested! Have you arrested me?"

M. Ginory leaned over the table. He was calm and held his pen with which
he had signed the order, suspended in the air. The young man rushed
forward wild with anger, and if the guards had not held him back, he
would have seized M. Ginory's fat neck with both hands. The guards held
Prades back, while the Examining Magistrate, carelessly pricking the
table with his pen, gently said, with a smile:

"All the same, more than one malefactor has betrayed himself in a fit of
anger. I have often thought that it would take ver