I shrug my shoulders when I see a foolish fellow pay twenty-five francs for the right of hunting a hare.

What a prize! Give me the hunting of a man! That, at least, calls the faculties into play, and the victory is not inglorious! The game in my sport is equal to the hunter; they both possess intelligence, strength, and cunning.

The arms are nearly equal.
Ah! if people but knew the excitement of these games of hide and seek which are played between the criminal and the detective, everybody would be wanting employment at the office of the Rue de Jerusalem.

The misfortune is, that the art is becoming lost.

Great crimes are now so rare.