“‘Why this search?  For what reason?  He shall not come in.’

“The janitor continued: 

“‘He says that there is a criminal hidden in the house.’

“This time I was frightened and I told him to bring the inspector to me, so that I might get some explanation.  He was a man with good manners and decorated with the Legion of Honor.  He begged my pardon for disturbing me, and then informed me that I had, among my domestics, a convict.

“I was shocked; and I answered that I could guarantee every servant in the house, and I began to enumerate them.

“‘The janitor, Pierre Courtin, an old soldier.’

“‘It’s not he.’

“’A stable-boy, son of farmers whom I know, and a groom whom you have just seen.’

“‘It’s not he.’

“‘Then, monsieur, you see that you must be mistaken.’

“’Excuse me, madame, but I am positive that I am not making a mistake.

“As the conviction of a notable criminal is at stake, would you be so kind as to send for all your servants?”

“At first I refused, but I finally gave in, and sent downstairs for everybody, men and women.

“The inspector glanced at them and then declared: 

“‘This isn’t all.’

“’Excuse me, monsieur, there is no one left but my maid, a young girl whom you could not possibly mistake for a convict.’

“He asked: 

“‘May I also see her?’

“‘Certainly.’

“I rang for Rose, who immediately appeared.  She had hardly entered the room, when the inspector made a motion, and two men whom I had not seen, hidden behind the door, sprang forward, seized her and tied her hands behind her back.

“I cried out in anger and tried to rush forward to defend her.  The inspector stopped me: 

“’This girl, madame, is a man whose name is Jean Nicolas Lecapet, condemned to death in 1879 for assaulting a woman and injuring her so that death resulted.  His sentence was commuted to imprisonment for life.  He escaped four months ago.  We have been looking for him ever since.’

“I was terrified, bewildered.  I did not believe him.  The commissioner continued, laughing: 

“‘I can prove it to you.  His right arm is tattooed.’

“’The sleeve was rolled up.  It was true.  The inspector added, with bad taste: 

“‘You can trust us for the other proofs.’

“And they led my maid away!

“Well, would you believe me, the thing that moved me most was not anger at having thus been played upon, deceived and made ridiculous, it was not the shame of having thus been dressed and undressed, handled and touched by this man—­but a deep humiliation—­a woman’s humiliation.  Do you understand?”

“I am afraid I don’t.”

“Just think—­this man had been condemned for—­for assaulting a woman.  Well!  I thought of the one whom he had assaulted—­and—­and I felt humiliated—­There!  Do you understand now?”