"Yes." "Priest?" "Yes." "You refused the oath of allegiance to the Nation?" "I did." At this a howl more of triumph than of anger burst from the listeners, and the judge, recognizing the hopelessness of the case, said shortly: "To La Force." Three men seized him and bore him, unresisting, to the shambles, while two more propelled Dossonville roughly forward. Hardly was he in position when three piercing shrieks announced the death of the priest. Dossonville, shuddering despite his will, heard a voice cry boisterously: "Eh, what a squeal the animal gave!" The guards fell back, guarding his retreat, while Dossonville, disdaining to notice, felt rather than saw the Marseillais take his position at his side. "Armand Roger Dossonville?" "The same." "Lieutenant in the National Guard?" "Yes." "You are accused of being in the Tuileries on the tenth day of August and of firing upon the Nation." "Who accuses me?" "I accuse you." "And I." Dossonville turned, met the angry eyes of Javogues, and seeking the second speaker, recognized one of those who had arrested him. He turned to the tribunal. "The witnesses are mistaken. I was not at the Tuileries." His accusers burst into a roar of denunciation, but Maillard, quelling them, said quietly: "That should not be difficult to prove. With whom were you on the tenth day of August?" Dossonville nodded his head in assent. Then, seeing the trap into which he was being led, he asked: "First, does not that register relate that on my arrest I claimed an alibi with the Citoyen Marat and later renounced it at this prison, giving as a reason that I used it as a protection to insure my reaching prison and a trial?" Javogues broke in furiously: "Do not listen to him! He prepares some new lie!" Then grasping Dossonville by the collar, he shook his fist in his face. "I swear that if he is acquitted, I myself will cut his throat." "The Citoyen Javogues," Dossonville continued, without changing the level of his voice, "unfortunately for me, from the day we met has hated me with an obstinate hatred. I adopted the subterfuge only because I believed that otherwise I never could have reached the prison alive. The proof is, I denounced it immediately and explained my reasons. You will find it there. I will now tell you with whom I passed the day." He waited a moment for quiet, Javogues thundering: "He lies! He lies! He lies!" "The man whose testimony I invoke is known to you, Citoyen Maillard. Of his patriotism there can be no question. Unfortunately, he left immediately after for the Army of the Rhone. From ten o'clock of the night of August 9th until ten o'clock of the morning of August 10th I was in the house of the Citoyen Héron." There was a movement of stupefaction in the assemblage, even Javogues recoiling. But the first words of Maillard fell upon the ears of Dossonville as the sudden fall of a sword.