on the part of Louis Bonaparte, “What are these casemates?” And Morny had answered, “Cellars without air or daylight, twenty-four metres long, eight wide, five high, dripping walls, damp pavements.”  Louis Bonaparte had asked, “Do they give them a truss of straw?” And Morny had said, “Not yet, we shall see by and by.”  He had added, “Those who are to be transported are at Bicetre, those who are to be shot are at Ivry.”

Louis Bonaparte had inquired, “What precautions had been taken?” Morny gave him full particulars; that guards had been placed in all the steeples; that all printing-presses had been placed under seal; that all the drums of the National Guard had been locked up; that there was therefore no fear either of a proclamation emanating from a printing-office, or of a call to arms issuing from a Mairie, or of the tocsin ringing from a steeple.

Louis Bonaparte had asked whether all the batteries contained their full complements, as each battery should be composed of four pieces and two mortars.  He had expressly ordered that only pieces of eight, and mortars of sixteen centimetres in diameter should be employed.

“In truth,” Morny, who was in the secret, had said, “all this apparatus will have work to do.”

Then Morny had spoken of Mazas, that there were 600 men of the Republican Guards in the courtyard, all picked men, and who when attacked would defend themselves to the bitter end; that the soldiers received the arrested Representatives with shouts of laughter, and that they had gone so far as to stare Thiers in the face; that the officers kept the soldiers at a distance, but with discretion and with a “species of respect;” that three prisoners were kept in solitary confinement, Greppo, Nadaud, and a member of the Socialist Committee, Arsene Meunier.  This last named occupied No. 32 of the Sixth Division.  Adjoining, in No. 30, there was a Representative of the Right, who sobbed and cried unceasingly.  This made Arsene Meunier laugh, and this made Louis Bonaparte laugh.

Another detail.  When the fiacre bringing M. Baze was entering the courtyard of Mazas, it had struck against the gate, and the lamp of the fiacre had fallen to the ground and been broken to pieces.  The coachman, dismayed at the damage, bewailed it.  “Who will pay for this?” exclaimed he.  One of the police agents, who was in the carriage with the arrested Questor, had said to the driver, “Don’t be uneasy, speak to the Brigadier.  In matters such as this, where there is a breakage, it is the Government which pays.”

And Bonaparte had smiled, and muttered under his moustache, “That is only fair.”