"If the husband of Widow Lerouge was a sailor, and if her son Jacques is in the navy, the minister of marine can furnish information that will soon lead to their discovery.

I will write to the minister this very night." They reached the station at Rueil, and took their places in the train.
They were fortunate enough to secure a 1st class carriage to themselves.
But old Tabaret was no longer disposed for conversation.

He reflected, he sought, he combined; and in his face might easily be read the working of his thoughts.

M.Daburon watched him curiously and felt singularly attracted by this eccentric old man, whose very original taste had led him to devote his services to the secret police of the Rue de Jerusalem.
"M Tabaret," he suddenly asked, "have you been long associated with the police ?" "Nine years, M.Daburon, more than nine years; and permit me to confess I am a little surprised that you have never before heard of me." "I certainly knew you by reputation," answered M.Daburon; "but your name did not occur to me, and it was only in consequence of hearing you praised that I had the excellent idea of asking your assistance.
But what, I should like to know, is your reason for adopting this employment ?" "Sorrow, sir, loneliness, weariness.

Ah! I have not always been happy!" "I have been told, though, that you are rich." The old fellow heaved a deep sigh, which revealed the most cruel deceptions.