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Louis Remire, convicted of killing his wife, is serving a twelve-year sentence in the remote penal colony of Saint Laurent de Maroni in French Guiana. His is not, however, the miserable existence endured by less fortunate prisoners, for Louis Remire occupies an official position: He is the colony’s executioner, a privileged station accorded him not only because of his exemplary behavior toward prison officials but also because of his experience as a police officer in his native Lyons, France. Remire’s position brings with it any number of perquisites: He has his own small house on the prison grounds; he is able to wear his own clothes, rather than a prison uniform; he is allowed to grow the mustache of which he is inordinately vain. As if these liberties were not enough, he also receives one hundred francs for every execution, and has been able, he thinks, to save up enough money to establish himself in the outside world on his release. The job is not, however, without its drawbacks. The rest of the convicts hate the executioner and would gladly kill him if given the chance. Louis Remire’s predecessor was found stabbed, then hanged, in the jungle.

Still, despite the potential danger of his position, Louis Remire remains undaunted. His experience as a police officer has taught him to protect himself, and two vicious dogs patrol the grounds of his hut. He thinks of himself as quite above his fellow inmates, and is glad to be separated from them. Unlike them, he is an official of the state, a powerful agent of law and order, and he always feels a sense of accomplishment when, after an execution, he hoists the severed head and pronounces, “Au nom du peuple francais justice est faite” (In the name of the French people, justice is done). He takes pride in every aspect of his work. He keeps his guillotine in perfect working order, its brass fittings shined to perfection, its blade razor sharp.

As the story opens, Louis Remire is preparing for an especially busy day: Six convicts are to be executed the following morning, besides which his assistant has taken ill and has been confined to the hospital. A multiple execution seems a poor time to break in a new apprentice, for everything must go rapidly and without a hitch. The new man seems suitable, however, and Louis Remire takes considerable pride in explaining the complex workings of the guillotine. Satisfied that the assistant knows how to prepare and clean the machine, Louis Remire dismisses him until midnight, at which time they must move the guillotine into the prison yard.

It is now early evening. On his way home, Louis Remire notices that, as usual before an execution, the convicts are restless. He reminds himself to exercise extra caution.

With several hours to fill before midnight, Louis Remire decides to catch some fish for his supper and tomorrow’s breakfast. He is a good fisherman; the sport relaxes him, and this evening it sets him to reminiscing about his marriage and about the wife he killed. He was already a police officer, she a dressmaker, when they met in Lyons. He was impressed by her intelligence, her sexual prowess, and her frugality, and their relationship was at first a happy one. As soon as they married, however, things went sour. She became a shrewish wife, nagging him about the pastimes of which he was most fond. She took exception to his going to cafés after work with his colleagues; she complained of his going fishing instead of spending his weekends with her. She accused him of lavishing money on other women, and Louis Remire was too honest to contradict her.

Matters grew worse until one day, after a particularly grueling day at work, he came home to change clothes before going to a café with his friends. An argument about money ensued, during the course of which she grabbed his gun and threatened him with it. When he grabbed it away from her, she hit him in the jaw, where he had earlier in the day been struck by a striking worker. Enraged, he shot her, then quietly went to police headquarters to turn himself in.

Still, Louis Remire thinks, prison life has treated him well. Since coming to Saint Laurent de Maroni, he has stayed in the favor of the authorities and has finally been rewarded with the comfortable position he now occupies. He wants for nothing, he decides, and is truly happy for the first time in his life. With this soothing thought, he goes home, cooks the fish he has caught, and settles down for a nap.

Everything is strangely quiet when he awakens. After he has washed and dressed, he whistles for his dogs, but they do not come. Perplexed, he sets out toward the prison. In the midst of the coconut grove that surrounds his house, he stumbles against something in the dark and, looking down, discovers one of his dogs lying dead. His situation suddenly becomes terrifyingly clear to him: The convicts have poisoned his dogs, and are now waiting in the dark to kill him. Near panic and at a loss for what to do, he draws his knife and proceeds toward the prison, certain of his impending death. He hears voices, then a cough, but it is too dark for him to see anything. Suddenly he sees a flashlight, and realizes that he is surrounded. He is prepared to fight to the death but is not given the opportunity to do so. Somewhere out of the darkness, a knife is thrown; as it strikes him and bounces off, someone grabs it and rips into his belly. In the next moment, someone else takes the knife and cuts Louis Remire’s throat. As he finished off his victim, the murderer utters the line that has so frequently been spoken by Louis Remire: “Au nom du peuple francais justice est faite.”