MACAIRE. Henri-Frederic de Latour de Main de la Tonnerre de Brest.
BRIGADIER. Your profession?
MACAIRE. Gentleman.
BRIGADIER. No, but what is your trade?
MACAIRE. I am an analytical chemist.
BRIGADIER. Justice is inscrutable. Your papers are in order. (_To
BERTRAND._) Now, sir, and yours?
BERTRAND. I feel kind of ill.
MACAIRE. Bertrand, this gentleman addresses you. He is not one of us; in
other scenes, in the gay and giddy world of fashion, one is his
superior. But to-day he represents the majesty of law; and as a citizen
it is one's pride to do him honour.
BRIGADIER. Those are my sentiments.
BERTRAND. I beg your pardon, I----(_Gives papers._)
BRIGADIER. Your name?
BERTRAND. Napoleon.
BRIGADIER. What? In your passport it is written Bertrand.
BERTRAND. It's this way: I was born Bertrand, and then I took the name
of Napoleon, and I mostly always call myself either Napoleon or
Bertrand.
BRIGADIER. The truth is always best. Your profession?
BERTRAND. I am an orphan.
BRIGADIER. What the devil! (_To MACAIRE._) Is your friend an idiot?
MACAIRE. Pardon me, he is a poet.
BRIGADIER. Poetry is a great hindrance to the ends of justice. Well,
take your papers.
MACAIRE. Then we may go?
SCENE IV
_To these, CHARLES, who is seen on the gallery going to the door of
Number Thirteen. Afterwards all the characters but the NOTARY and the
MARQUIS._
BRIGADIER. One glass more. (_BERTRAND touches MACAIRE, and points to
CHARLES, who enters Number Thirteen._)
MACAIRE. No more, no more, no more.
BRIGADIER (_rising and taking MACAIRE by the arm_). I stipulate.
MACAIRE. Engagement in Turin!
BRIGADIER. Turin?
MACAIRE. Lyons, Lyons!
BERTRAND. For God's sake ...
BRIGADIER. Well, good-bye!
MACAIRE. Good-bye, good----
CHARLES (_from within_). Murder! Help! (_Appearing._) Help here! The
Marquis is murdered.
BRIGADIER. Stand to the door. A man up there. (_A GENDARME hurries up
staircase into Number Thirteen, CHARLES following him. Enter on both
sides of gallery the remaining characters of the piece, except the
NOTARY and the MARQUIS._)
MACAIRE. Bitten, by God! \
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BERTRAND. Lost! /
BRIGADIER (_to DUMONT_). John Paul Dumont, I arrest you.
DUMONT. Do your duty, officer. I can answer for myself and my own
people.
BRIGADIER. Yes, but these strangers?
DUMONT. They are strangers to me.
MACAIRE. I am an honest man: I
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