be uncomfortable with those three men in the _fiacre_. You are cramped;
come in with me."

"Let me alone," said the prisoner. "With these three men I am cramped;
with you I should be contaminated."

An escort of infantry was ranged on both sides of the _fiacre_. Colonel
Espinasse called to the coachman, "Drive slowly by the Quai d'Orsay until
you meet a cavalry escort. When the cavalry shall have assumed the
charge, the infantry can come back." They set out.

As the _fiacre_ turned into the Quai d'Orsay a picket of the 7th Lancers
arrived at full speed. It was the escort: the troopers surrounded the
_fiacre_, and the whole galloped off.

No incident occurred during the journey. Here and there, at the noise of
the horses' hoofs, windows were opened and heads put forth; and the
prisoner, who had at length succeeded in lowering a window heard startled
voices saying, "What is the matter?"

The _fiacre_ stopped. "Where are we?" asked M. Baze.

"At Mazas," said a _sergent de ville_.

The Questor was taken to the office of the prison. Just as he entered he
saw Baune and Nadaud being brought out. There was a table in the centre,
at which Commissary Primorin, who had followed the _fiacre_ in his
chariot, had just seated himself. While the Commissary was writing, M.
Baze noticed on the table a paper which was evidently a jail register, on
which were these names, written in the following order: Lamoricière,