bones which were as prominent as those of a Tartar. He had a way of rolling the whites of his eyes, that reminded one of a horse. His gaze was quick and keen, full of curiosity, terrifying. The things over which his swift glance passed seemed to lose something or other, and to become transformed by surrendering to him part of themselves. One hesitated to take a cigarette that he had looked at, as if it had already been in his mouth. His extraordinarily mobile nature made him seem now to coil and concentrate himself like a twisted handkerchief, now to scatter himself like a sheaf of sparks. He drank water almost by the pailful, like a horse.
When the judges questioned him, he raised his head quickly, and answered without hesitation, even with satisfaction:
"It is true!"
Sometimes, to lend emphasis, he rolled his "r's" vigorously.
Suddenly he jumped to his feet, and said to the presiding judge:
"Permit me to whistle?"
"Why?" exclaimed the judge, in astonishment.
"The witnesses say that I gave the signal to my comrades; I will show you how I did it. It is very interesting."
A little disconcerted, the judge granted the desired permission. The Tzigane quickly placed four fingers in his mouth, two of each hand; he rolled his eyes furiously. And the inanimate air of the court-room was rent by a truly savage whistle. There was everything in the piercing
