dow in its strange relief.

At the same time, the wapentake bent down, took the man's temples
between his hands, turned the inert head towards Gwynplaine, and with
his thumbs and his first fingers lifted the closed eyelids.

The prisoner saw Gwynplaine. Then, raising his head voluntarily, and
opening his eyes wide, he looked at him.

He quivered as much as a man can quiver with a mountain on his breast,
and then cried out,--

"'Tis he! Yes; 'tis he!"

And he burst into a horrible laugh.

"'Tis he!" he repeated.

Then his head fell back on the ground, and he closed his eyes again.

"Registrar, take that down," said the justice.

Gwynplaine, though terrified, had, up to that moment, preserved a calm
exterior. The cry of the prisoner, "'Tis he!" overwhelmed him
completely. The words, "Registrar, take that down!" froze him. It seemed
to him that a scoundrel had dragged him to his fate without his being
able to guess why, and that the man's unintelligible confession was
closing round him like the clasp of an iron collar. He fancied himself
side by side with him in the posts of the same pillory. Gwynplaine lost
his footing in his terror, and protested. He began to stammer incoherent
words in the deep distress of an innocent man, and quivering, terrified,
lost, uttered the first random outcries that rose to his mind, and words
of agony like aimless projectiles.

"It is not true. It was not me. I do not know the man. He cannot know
me, since I do not know him. I have my part to play this evening. What
do you want of me? I demand my liberty. Nor is that all. Why have I been
brought into this dungeon? Are there laws no longer? You may as well say
at once that there are no laws. My Lord Judge, I repeat that it is not
I. I am innocent of all that can be said. I know I am. I wish to go
away. This is not justice. There is nothing between this man and me. You
can find out. My life is not hidden up. They came and took me away like
a thief. Why did they come like that? How could I know the man? I am a
travelling mountebank, who plays farces at fairs and markets. I am the
Laughing Man. Plenty of people have been to see me. We are staying in
Tarrinzeau Field. I have been earning an honest livelihood these fifteen
years. I am five-and-twenty. I lodge at the Tadcaster Inn. I am called
Gwynplaine. My lord, let me out. You should not take advantage of the
low estate of the unfortunate. Have compassion on a man who has done no
harm