He went passively; for this man trusted to his honor.
In the gloom stood three figures, looming indistinctly in the shadow of the houses.

One was a Huissier of the Staats-Procurator, beside whom stood the Commissary of Police of the district; the third was an English detective.

Ere he saw them their hands were on his shoulders, and the cold chill of steel touched his wrists.

The Hebrew had betrayed him, and arrested him in the open street.

In an instant, as the ring of the rifle rouses the slumbering tiger, all the life and the soul that were in him rose in revolt as the icy glide of the handcuffs sought their hold on his arms.