Chapter 7
After the beach shooting, Meursault is taken into custody. His first police questioning is brief, aimed only at establishing his identity. A week later, an examining magistrate invites him into a curtained office, asks for basic personal details (name, address, occupation, birth data) and whether he has hired an attorney. Meursault admits he has not; the magistrate explains the court will appoint one and remarks that the law is “the law.” The magistrate is described as tall, fine‑featured, with deep‑set blue eyes, a long gray moustache, white‑hair, and a nervous mouth‑tic.
Later, a young, short, chubby lawyer with slicked‑back hair, a dark wing‑collar suit, and a black‑and‑white striped tie arrives at Meursault’s prison cell. He places his briefcase on the bed, declares the case “tricky” but winnable, and begins probing Meursault about his mother’s funeral (“Maman”). He asks whether Meursault felt sadness that day, insinuating that a lack of emotion could be incriminating. Meursault replies that he has lost the habit of self‑analysis, acknowledges he may have loved his mother but that such feelings are “normal,” and adds that “all normal people have wished their loved ones were dead.” The lawyer becomes upset, forces Meursault to promise not to repeat such statements in court, and presses for a more conventional expression of grief. When Meursault refuses to claim he “held back” his feelings, the lawyer looks disgusted and warns that the home’s director and staff will be called as witnesses, hinting at “nasty” consequences. The lawyer leaves, angry.
Shortly after, Meursault is brought before the same magistrate for a second interrogation, this time at two o’clock in a sun‑filled office with a flimsy curtain. The lawyer is absent; Meursault is told he may remain silent but chooses to answer. A young clerk sits behind him, typing. The magistrate begins by noting people describe Meursault as taciturn and asks his opinion; Meursault replies he simply has little to say. After a brief exchange, the magistrate says, “What interests me is you,” and asks Meursault to revisit the day of the murder, prompting a repetitive recounting of the beach, the quarrel, the spring, the five shots, and the body. The magistrate intermittently says “Fine, fine” and “Good,” indicating he is listening but not satisfied.
The magistrate then asks whether Meursault loved his mother; Meursault answers “Yes, the same as anyone.” The clerk makes a typing error, briefly interrupting. The magistrate next inquires if all five shots were fired simultaneously; Meursault explains the first shot was single, the other four followed seconds later. When the magistrate asks why there was a pause, Meursault remains silent. The magistrate grows restless, asking repeatedly why Meursault shot a body on the ground. He becomes agitated, runs his fingers through his hair, leans forward, and then produces a silver crucifix from a drawer, brandishing it over Meursault’s head. He declares his belief in God, insists that even the most guilty can be forgiven if they repent, and demands Meursault’s belief. Meursault says he does not believe in God. The magistrate responds that all men believe, that denying God makes life meaningless, and shouts, “Do you want my life to be meaningless?” Meursault repeats his non‑belief; the magistrate, increasingly frantic, thrusts the crucifix forward, shouting that he is a Christian asking for divine forgiveness for Meursault’s sins.
Eventually, the magistrate calms, sits, and remarks in a low voice that he has never seen “a soul as hardened as yours,” noting past criminals wept at suffering. He then asks if Meursault is sorry; Meursault replies that he feels more annoyed than sorry. The magistrate concludes the session, standing as if to signal its end, and later, with Meursault’s lawyer present, continues routine clarifications of earlier statements. Over the following months, the magistrate’s tone softens; he no longer mentions God, the interrogations become brief and cordial, and he casually addresses Meursault as “Monsieur Antichrist” before handing him back to the police, giving Meursault a sense of being “one of the family” despite the ongoing investigation.