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The narrator learns that his case is scheduled for the final session of the Court of Assizes, set to conclude in June. On the morning of the trial he is taken from the prison in a van, escorted by two policemen, and led into a dark waiting room where he refuses a cigarette. After a brief wait, the police remove his handcuffs and escort him into the courtroom.
The courtroom is crowded, hot, and filled with the press. A special correspondent for a Paris paper and a young reporter with bright eyes are present. The narrator’s lawyer arrives with colleagues and greets the journalists. The prosecutor, a tall thin man in red with a pince‑nez, takes his seat. Three judges enter, one in red, and the presiding judge opens the session. The judge asks the narrator to confirm his identity and recounts the alleged crime in detail, repeatedly asking “Is that correct?” The narrator answers affirmatively as instructed by his lawyer.
The prosecutor asks why the narrator placed his mother in the old‑people’s home; the narrator explains it was due to lack of money and mutual indifference. The prosecutor then queries whether the narrator had returned to the spring alone intending to kill an Arab; the narrator denies it.
The hearing is adjourned for the afternoon, the narrator is taken back to his cell, fed, and later returned to the courtroom for the second session, now even hotter. The director of the home is called and confirms that the narrator’s mother had complained about him and that the narrator showed calm at the funeral but did not mourn. The caretaker testifies that the narrator offered him a cigarette and coffee, which the prosecutor challenges but is eventually allowed. Thomas Pérez testifies that he saw the narrator too sad to see anything at the funeral and did not see him cry. Masson declares the narrator an honest man. Salamano recalls the narrator’s kindness to his dog and his strained relationship with his mother.
Raymond, the warehouse guard, testifies that he was the narrator’s friend and that the letter that sparked the conflict was written by the narrator “by chance.” He also admits he was a guard and that he and the narrator were pals. Marie Cardona is called; she describes their recent liaison, swimming, and a Fernandel film, and asserts the narrator’s innocence, though the prosecutor interrupts and forces her out. Céleste, the café owner, testifies that the narrator was his customer and friend, calls the situation “bad luck,” and reluctantly repeats his brief statements.
Throughout, the prosecutor paints the narrator as a murderer motivated by shameful debauchery, while the narrator’s lawyer repeatedly urges the jury to focus on the actual charge. The courtroom atmosphere grows tense, with spectators fanning themselves, the judge using straw fans, and the prosecutor’s dramatic accusations. The trial is finally adjourned, and the narrator is escorted back to the prison van. He reflects on the familiar sounds of the town—newspaper vendors, street‑car cries, sandwich sellers—as the van drives away, recalling a past summer evening when he felt content, now juxtaposed with his return to a cell.