M. Formerie threw an inquiring glance at the deputy-chief. M. Weber said:
"I undertake to bring that person to you, Monsieur le Juge d'Instruction."
"So that's done," said M. Formerie, rising from his chair. "As you see, Lupin, this was merely a formal examination to bring the two duelists together. Now that we have crossed swords, all that we need is the necessary witness of our fencing-match, your counsel."
"Tut! Is it indispensable?"
"Indispensable."
"Employ counsel in view of such an unlikely trial?"
"You must."
"In that case, I'll choose Maître Quimbel."
"The president of the corporation of the bar. You are wise, you will be well defended."
The first sitting was over. M. Weber led the prisoner away.
As he went down the stairs of the "mouse-trap," between the two Doudevilles,
