He threw himself upon it, and lay down with delight; but he felt cold, so he unfolded the coarse woollen coverlid, and wrapping it about him, was soon sound asleep.
In the corridor, two detectives, one still young, the other rather old, applied alternately their eyes and ears to the peep-hole in the door, watching every movement of the prisoner; "What a fellow he is!" murmured the younger officer.

"If a man has no more nerve than that, he ought to remain honest.

He won't care much about his looks the morning of his execution, eh, M.Balan ?" "That depends," replied the other.

"We must wait and see.

Lecoq told me that he was a terrible rascal." "Ah! look he arranges his bed, and lies down.