"The High Court ?" answered the boy; "what is that ?" Nevertheless the boy told the Librarian, who came up.

A few words were exchanged between M.Denevers and the Commissary.
"What are you asking for ?" "The High Court." "Who are you ?" "I want the high Court." "It is in session." "Where is it sitting ?" "Here." And the Librarian pointed to the door.
"Very well," said the Commissary.
He did not add another word, and returned into the Merciere Gallery.
We have just said that he was only accompanied at that time by a few police agents.
The High Court was, in truth, in session.

The President was relating to the judges his visit to the Procureur General.

Suddenly a tumultuous sound of footsteps is heard in the lobby which leads from the Council Chamber to the room where they were deliberating.

The door opens abruptly.