"What is your name?"

"May."

"Your Christian name?"

"I have none."

"What, have you no Christian name?"

The prisoner seemed to reflect for a moment, and then answered, sulkily:
"I may as well tell you that you need not tire yourself by questioning
me. I shan't answer any one else but the magistrate. You would like to
make me cut my own throat, wouldn't you? A very clever trick, of course,
but one that won't do for me."

"You must see that you only aggravate your situation," observed the
governor.

"Not in the least. I am innocent; you wish to ruin me. I only defend
myself. Get anything more out of me now, if you can. But you had better
give me back what they took from me at the station-house. My hundred and
thirty-six francs and eight sous. I shall need them when I get out of
this place. I want you to make a note of them on the register. Where are
they?"

The money had been given to Lecoq by the keeper of the station-house,
who had found it upon the prisoner when he was placed in his custody.
Lecoq now laid it upon the table.