So the Baroness and the lawyer were allowed to pass, and they presently found themselves in the little guard-room at the top of the stairs leading to the “mousetrap,” a spot well known to Asie, forming, as has been said, a post of observation between those cells and the Court of the Sixth Chamber, through which everybody is obliged to pass. “Will you ask if Monsieur Camusot is come yet?” said she, seeing some gendarmes playing cards. “Yes, madame, he has just come up from the ‘mousetrap.’” “The mousetrap!” said she. “What is that?--Oh! how stupid of me not to have gone straight to the Comte de Granville.--But I have not time now. Pray take me to speak to Monsieur Camusot before he is otherwise engaged.” “Oh, you have plenty of time for seeing Monsieur Camusot,” said Massol. “If you send him in your card, he will spare you the discomfort of waiting in the ante-room with the witnesses.--We can be civil here to ladies like you.--You have a card about you?” At this instant Asie and her lawyer were exactly in front of the window of the guardroom whence the gendarmes could observe the gate of the Conciergerie. The gendarmes, brought up to respect the defenders of the widow and the orphan, were aware too of the prerogative of the gown, and for a few minutes allowed the Baroness to remain there escorted by a pleader. Asie listened to the terrible tales which a young lawyer is ready to tell about that prison-gate. She would not believe that those who were condemned to death were prepared for the scaffold behind those bars; but the sergeant-at-arms assured her it was so. “How much I should like to see it done!” cried she. And there she remained, prattling to the lawyer and the sergeant, till she saw Jacques Collin come out supported by two gendarmes, and preceded by Monsieur Camusot’s clerk. “Ah, there is a chaplain no doubt going to prepare a poor wretch----” “Not at all, Madame la Baronne,” said the gendarme. “He is a prisoner coming to be examined.” “What is he accused of?” “He is concerned in this poisoning case.” “Oh! I should like to see him.” “You cannot stay here,” said the sergeant, “for he is under close arrest, and he must pass through here. You see, madame, that door leads to the stairs----” “Oh! thank you!” cried the Baroness, making for the door, to rush down the stairs, where she at once shrieked out, “Oh! where am I?” This cry reached the ear of Jacques Collin, who was thus prepared to see her. The sergeant flew after Madame la Baronne, seized her by the middle, and lifted her back like a feather into the midst of a group of five gendarmes, who started up as one man; for in that guardroom everything is regarded as suspicious. The proceeding was arbitrary, but the arbitrariness was necessary. The young lawyer himself had cried out twice, “Madame! madame!” in his horror, so much did he fear finding himself in the wrong. The Abbe Carlos Herrera, half fainting, sank on a chair in the guardroom.