He first called at an armourer's and bought a small revolver, which he caused to be carefully loaded under his own eyes, and put it into his pocket.

He then called on the different persons he supposed capable of informing him to what club the viscount belonged.

No one noticed the strange state of his mind, so natural were his manners and conversations.
It was not until the afternoon that a young friend of his gave him the name of Albert de Commarin's club, and offered to conduct him thither, as he too was a member.
M.Daburon accepted warmly, and accompanied his friend.

While passing along, he grasped with frenzy the handle of the revolver which he kept concealed, thinking only of the murder he was determined to commit, and the means of insuring the accuracy of his aim.
"This will make a terrible scandal," thought he, "above all if I do not succeed in blowing my own brains out.

I shall be arrested, thrown into prison, and placed upon my trial at the assizes.