A servant entered, with a scared look on his face, and so out of breath from having come up the stairs four at a time, that he could scarcely speak.
"Sir," said he, "viscount, be quick, fly and hide, save yourself, they are here, it is the--" A commissary of police, wearing his sash, appeared at the door.

He was followed by a number of men, among whom M.Tabaret could be seen, keeping as much out of sight as possible.
The commissary approached Albert.
"You are," he asked, "Guy Louis Marie Albert de Rheteau de Commarin ?" "Yes, sir." The commissary placed his hand upon him, while pronouncing the usual formula: "M.

de Commarin, in the name of the law I arrest you." "Me, sir?
me ?" Albert, aroused suddenly from his painful dreams, seemed hardly to comprehend what was taking place, seemed to ask himself,--"Am I really awake?
Is not this some hideous nightmare ?" He threw a stupid, astonished look upon the commissary of police, his men, and M.Tabaret, who had not taken his eyes off him.
"Here is the warrant," added the commissary, unfolding the paper.
Mechanically Albert glanced over it.
"Claudine assassinated!" he cried.
Then very low, but distinct enough to be heard by the commissary, by one of his officers, and by old Tabaret, he added,--"I am lost!" While the commissary was making inquiries, which immediately follow all arrests, the police officers spread through the apartments, and proceeded to a searching examination of them.

They had received orders to obey M.Tabaret, and the old fellow guided them in their search, made them ransack drawers and closets, and move the furniture to look underneath or behind.

They seized a number of articles belonging to the viscount,--documents, manuscripts, and a very voluminous correspondence; but it was with especial delight that M.Tabaret put his hands on certain articles, which were carefully described in their proper order in the official report: 1.