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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. Bayonets appear, and in the midst of the bayonets a man in a
buttoned-up overcoat, with a tricolored sash upon his coat.
The magistrates stare, stupefied.
"Gentlemen," said the man, "dissolve your meeting immediately."
President Hardouin rises.
"
What does this mean? Who are you? Are you aware to whom you are
speaking?"
"I am aware. You are the High Court, and I am the Commissary of the
Police."
"
Well, then?"
Be off."
"
There were there thirty-five municipal guards, commanded by a lieutenant,
and with a drum at their head.
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