“So, you are Joseph Rouletabille,” he replied; “well, young man, I’ll teach you what comes of making a farce of justice. By virtue of my discretionary power, I hold you at the court’s disposition.” “I ask nothing better, Monsieur President. I have come here for that purpose. I humbly beg the court’s pardon for the disturbance of which I have been the innocent cause. I beg you to believe that nobody has a greater respect for the court than I have. I came in as I could.” He smiled. “Take him away!” ordered the President. Maître Henri Robert intervened. He began by apologising for the young man, who, he said, was moved only by the best intentions. He made the President understand that the evidence of a witness who had slept at the Glandier during the whole of that eventful week could not be omitted, and the present witness, moreover, had come to name the real murderer. “Are you going to tell us who the murderer was?” asked the President, somewhat convinced though still sceptical. “I have come for that purpose, Monsieur President!” replied Rouletabille. An attempt at applause was silenced by the usher. “Joseph Rouletabille,” said Maître Henri Robert, “has not been regularly subpoenaed as a witness, but I hope, Monsieur President, you will examine him in virtue of your discretionary powers.” “Very well!” said the President, “we will question him. But we must proceed in order.” The Advocate-General rose: “It would, perhaps, be better,” he said, “if the young man were to tell us now whom he suspects.” The President nodded ironically:— “If the Advocate-General attaches importance to the deposition of Monsieur Joseph Rouletabille, I see no reason why this witness should not give us the name of the murderer.” A pin drop could have been heard. Rouletabille stood silent looking sympathetically at Darzac, who, for the first time since the opening of the trial, showed himself agitated. “Well,” cried the President, “we wait for the name of the murderer.” Rouletabille, feeling in his waistcoat pocket, drew his watch and, looking at it, said:— “Monsieur President, I cannot name the murderer before half-past six o’clock!” Loud murmurs of disappointment filled the room. Some of the lawyers were heard to say: “He’s making fun of us!” The President in a stern voice, said:— “This joke has gone far enough. You may retire, Monsieur, into the witnesses’ room. I hold you at our disposition.” Rouletabille protested.