"He is weak, but he isn't so very low; we have fully a week before us.

I'll send you a doctor who'll suit us,--you understand?
and later in the evening I'll bring you six poppy-heads.
In the state he's in, you see, a decoction of poppy-heads will send him into a sound sleep.

I'll send you a cot-bed on pretence of your sleeping in the room with him.

We'll move him from one bed to the other, and when we've found the money there won't be any difficulty in carrying it off.
But we ought to know who the people are who live in this old barrack.
If Perrache suspects, as you think, about the money, he might give an alarm, and so many tenants, so many spies, you know--" "Oh! as for that," said Madame Cardinal, "I've found out already that Monsieur du Portail, the old man who occupies the first floor, has charge of an insane woman; I heard their Dutch servant-woman, Katte, calling her Lydie this morning.

The only other servant is an old valet named Bruneau; he does everything, except cook." "But the binder and the stitcher down below," returned Cerizet, "they begin work very early in the morning--Well, anyhow, we must study the matter," he added, in the tone of a man whose plans are not yet decided.
"I'll go to the mayor's office of your arrondissement, and get Olympe's register of birth, and put up the banns.