Coldly, M. Ginory said to his registrar: "An order!" Then, when Favarel had taken a paper engraved at the top, which Pradès tried to decipher, the Magistrate began to question him. And as M. Ginory spoke slowly, Favarel filled in the blank places which made a free man, a prisoner. "You are called?" demanded M. Ginory. "Pradès." "Your first name?" "Henri." "You said Charles to the Commissary of Police." "Henri-Charles--Charles--Henri." The Magistrate did not even make a sign to Favarel, seated before the table, and who wrote 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 Pradès. * * * * * Note.--Write exactly the names, Christian names, professions, age, residence and nature of charge. * * * * * Description Height metre centimetres Forehead Nose Eyes Mouth Chin Eyebrows Hair General Appearance We, Edmé-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, Pradès (Charles Henri), aged 28 years, Commission Merchant from Sydney. Accused of complicity in the murder of Louis-Pièrre Rovère. 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, Pradès, 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 Pradès back, while the Examining Magistrate, carelessly pricking the table with his pen, gently said, with a smile: