He was a photographer who dressed like an astrologer.

A crazy old fellow, always sending one customer the portrait of another.

The customers used to complain.

But not all of them.

There were even some who thought the portraits were a good likeness." "What has become of him ?" "He went bankrupt and hanged himself." In the Boulevard Saint-Michel Pradel, who was walking beside Trublet, was still profiting by the opportunity of obtaining information as to the immortality of the soul and the fate of man after death.