M.de Flesselles, provost of the merchants and president of the electors at the Hotel-de-Ville, having shown himself somewhat lukewarm,[1249] the Palais-Royal declares him a traitor and sends him off to be hung.

On the way a young man fells him with a pistol-shot, others fall upon his body, while his head, borne upon a pike, goes to join that of M.de Launay .-- Equally deadly accusations and of equally speedy execution float in the air and from every direction.

"On the slightest pretext," says an elector, "they denounced to us those whom they thought opposed to the Revolution, which already signified the same as enemies of the State.

Without any investigation, there was only talk of the seizure of their persons, the ruin of their homes, and the razing of their houses.

One young man exclaimed: 'Follow me at once, let us start off at once to Bezenval's!'"-- Their brains are so frightened, and their minds so distrustful, that at every step in the streets "one's name has to be given, one's profession declared, one's residence, and one's intentions.