This drew the attention of M.Fille, who raised his head reprovingly--he could not get rid of the feeling that he was in court, and that a case was being tried; and the severity of a Judge is naught compared with the severity of a Clerk of the Court, particularly if he is small and unmarried, and has no one to beat him into manageable humanity.
M.Fille's voice was almost querulous.
"If you will but be patient, monsieur! I saw a man with a woman in his arms, and I fear that I must mention the name of the man.

It is not necessary to give the name of the woman, but I have it written here"-- he tapped the paper--"and there is no mistake in the identity.

The man's name is George Masson, master-carpenter, of the town of Laplatte in the province of Quebec." George Masson was as one hit between the eyes.

He made a motion as though to ward off a blow.

"Name of Peter, old cock!" he exclaimed abruptly.