Chapter

  1 I    |                police station near the old Barriere d’Italie to the
  2 I    |                been attacked; ask that old woman. I defended myself;
  3 I    |               with a dexterity that an old surgeon might have envied,
  4 I    |           happened. Mother Chupin, the old hussy, is not dead!”~As
  5 I    |                 he advanced toward the old woman, who was still crouching
  6 I    |                of your customers.”~The old woman’s little red eyes
  7 I    |             ears. “What would you say, old woman, if I arrested you?”~“
  8 I    |             the present culprit was an old hand or not, Gevrol was
  9 II   |              like a blind man, like an old horse trained for a riding
 10 II   |           anything but pleasing to the old police agent. “Eh! what
 11 II   |               At the word “reward” the old police agent pricked up
 12 II   |                young to impose upon an old fellow like me,” he remarked. “
 13 II   |               exclaimed the astonished old man.~“I will add that reflection
 14 III  |             moments before. It was the old man who had suddenly become
 15 III  |              with extreme caution. The old man carefully held the lantern
 16 III  |               there!” cried Lecoq.~The old man bent down, and his surprise
 17 III  |          because your eyes are growing old. Bring your lantern a little
 18 III  |  circumstantial evidence stupefied the old police agent.~“Now,” continued
 19 III  |                sort than you are years old, but never have I seen—”~“
 20 III  |             railing of the fence.”~The old man would have been glad
 21 III  |             for verification. “You, my old friend,” said he, “are going
 22 III  |           breathe, speak, accuse!”~The old agent was saying to himself: “
 23 III  |               is proved,” ventured the old man, “by the great difference
 24 III  |              You can scarcely blame an old man for being a little like
 25 III  |           scent—so, forward then!”~The old officer was electrified,
 26 IV   |               infamous to pass over an old member of the service.”~
 27 IV   |               surprising result of the old man’s reflections would
 28 IV   |                let us make haste!”~The old police agent followed him
 29 IV   |              Yes, I know,” replied the old detective, with the evident
 30 IV   |            together all the boards and old boxes you can find lying
 31 V    |              certainly overwhelmed the old veteran by his superiority;
 32 V    |              only a fight between some old offenders; former jail birds,
 33 V    |                as a sphinx.~“Ah, well, old man!” cried Gevrol, “have
 34 V    |            relate myself,” replied the old detective, without even
 35 V    |          prefix, “monsieur,” which the old police agent used in speaking
 36 V    |              future might reserve, the old veteran had resolved to
 37 V    |              53d, who followed him, an old soldier, decorated and medaled—
 38 VI   |         Poivriere.~One of them, a tall old man with a bald head, wearing
 39 VI   |            evident repugnance that the old soldier obeyed.~“What is
 40 VI   |          entirely unnecessary; but the old physician had too high a
 41 VI   |               terror.~“Thus,” said the old doctor, “we may reasonably
 42 VI   |         trodden down at the heels. The old doctor declared that this
 43 VI   |             appearance, and Gevrol, an old habitue of the Palais de
 44 VII  |     good-natured, jovial manner.”~“How old would you suppose him to
 45 VII  |               he responded. “Isn’t the old woman alone in her cell?
 46 VII  |             alone in her cell? Ah, the old wretch! She has been cursing
 47 VII  |             the registrar’s office. An old offender could not have
 48 VII  |         preceding the guard, like some old habitue, who knows where
 49 VII  |                a dangerous criminal—an old offender—I think I have
 50 VIII |           horse, proved to be a little old man, with a ruddy complexion,
 51 VIII |               I want.”~“Aha!” said the old man sneeringly, “you know
 52 VIII |             them; for when a man is as old as I am, women—”~“Go on!”
 53 VIII |                little room he found an old woman knitting. Lecoq bowed
 54 VIII |              forgotten,” exclaimed the old woman. “The night you speak
 55 VIII |                to the cab that, as the old coachman urged on his horse,
 56 VIII |           difficulty in dismissing the old cabman, who insisted upon
 57 IX   |      recognized her. Indeed, an honest old bachelor might have offered
 58 IX   |        deceived for a moment. “What an old actress!” he muttered to
 59 IX   |              maiden name,” replied the old woman, “and to-day, the
 60 IX   |                gained; for this shrewd old woman, possessed of all
 61 IX   |               one below call out: ‘Eh! old woman!’ So I went down,
 62 IX   |          stopped short. These wretched old women, who have trafficked
 63 IX   |                questions more, and the old woman would be obliged to
 64 IX   |                have called out: ‘Here, old woman!’ Did he merely guess
 65 IX   |                one below call out ‘Eh! old woman.’ So I went down,”
 66 IX   |                asked M. Segmuller.~The old offender’s assurance was
 67 X    |                of the opinion that the old hag knew everything. “It
 68 X    |              repress a smile.~“If this old woman would only decide
 69 X    |                motive that guides this old hag!” he continued. “But
 70 X    |              What! you—Goguet, you, an old clerk—make such a proposition!
 71 X    |       interrupted the magistrate. “How old are you?”~“Forty-four or
 72 X    |               enlightened,” so runs an old proverb frequently quoted
 73 X    |         servant, then about six months old.”~With these last words,
 74 XI   |             Simpson, we had with us an old soldier who had belonged
 75 XII  |              of boots, and that was an old cast-off pair given me by
 76 XII  |        obligingly shut him up with the old woman.”~Goguet, the clerk,
 77 XIII |               the worst description—an old offender certainly, and
 78 XIV  |               identified, and that the old police agent had not been
 79 XV   |           prisoner would not resort to old, hackneyed, commonplace
 80 XV   |                escaped you, then?”~The old man nodded his head affirmatively.~“
 81 XV   |       encouragement only increased the old man’s evident embarrassment.
 82 XV   |       reflection of his features.~“You old good-for-nothing!” he exclaimed. “
 83 XV   |                You have got drunk, you old wretch, so drunk as to have
 84 XV   |              drop for a week. Yes, you old sot, you shall suffer for
 85 XV   |           threatening gesture that the old tippler drew back in consternation. “
 86 XV   |                Excuse me, but it’s the old affair that brings me here,”
 87 XV   |           could not forget that he, an old police agent, had been duped
 88 XV   |              the villain’s mother—that old hag, the Widow Chupin. The
 89 XV   |               now she looked almost as old as her wretched mother-in-law.
 90 XV   |               mother was attired in an old, thin, faded calico dress,
 91 XV   | Butte-aux-Cailles, that Lecoq had left old Papillon waiting with the
 92 XV   |               child—not yet five years old—had stolen up behind him,
 93 XV   |                to me: ‘Do you see that old man there? He will make
 94 XVII |                She’s quite sixty years old; whereas, yesterday’s visitor
 95 XVII |           means of getting to him, the old woman remembered her sister’
 96 XVII |                 This individual was an old Hollander, named Van Numen,
 97 XVII |                if you prefer it.”~“How old is the marchioness, then?”~“
 98 XVII |             hundred years. And what an old wretch she is too. She would
 99 XVII |             easy-chair, Lecoq found an old woman, tall, bony, and terrible
100 XVII |                you dumb?” inquired the old lady, raising her voice.~
101 XVII |           eagerly.~“Eh?” exclaimed the old lady, evidently shocked
102 XVII |             murmured.~“Why?” asked the old lady. “Under these circumstances,
103 XVII |             that this Lacheneur was an old comedian? Seizing upon this
104 XVIII|               could be no match for an old veteran like himself, and
105 XVIII|                and cheerful voice, the old ditty:~“Diogene!~Sous ton
106 XIX  |                easily make myself look old or young, dark or light,
107 XX   |           making arrangements with his old colleague for this pursuit
108 XX   |            admire, Lecoq turned to his old companion: “What did he
109 XX   |              was passing with a lot of old rubbish on his shoulder:
110 XX   |           passers-by.”~“Never mind, my old friend,” said Lecoq, consolingly; “
111 XXI  |                 The same,” replied the old detective, “and quite rested,
112 XXI  |              blue blouse and a hideous old slouch hat, which was well-nigh
113 XXI  |                gentlemen,” declared an old footman.~“Everything!” interrupted
114 XXI  |         drawers.”~Upon the landing the old footman, who had not ventured
115 XXI  |            reluctantly followed by his old companion.~He was eager
116 XXI  |                think of all this?”~The old detective shook his head,
117 XXII |      conclusive still. Couturier is an old acquaintance of mine. I
118 XXII |            nonchalant manner common to old offenders who, when in custody,
119 XXII |                he falls down dead. The old detective felt that his
120 XXII |            replied the man: “it is his old complaint—gout.” And with
121 XXII |              mind, he began to collect old books, and heaped up mountains
122 XXII |          disrespectfully called him an old libertine. It was only the
123 XXIII|             said he. “Good morning, my old Absinthe. So you think enough
124 XXIII|             those who’ve succeeded the old stock are like counterfeit
125 XXIII|               men.”~“Oh! oh! oh!” said old Tabaret, in three different
126 XXIII|              much nearer the door than old Tirauclair, neither of them
127 XXIII|       detective was telling his story, old Tabaret seemed completely
128 XXIII|              not. You have rejoiced my old heart. I can die; I shall
129 XXIII|               my compliments,” replied old Tabaret, with a horrible
130 XXIII|              scholar, and was not this old man his master?~“I will
131 XXIII|              your mistakes,” continued old Tabaret, “and I will show
132 XXIII|              he didn’t break his leg?”~Old Tabaret’s face suddenly
133 XXIV |               was very great; but even old Tirauclair might be mistaken,
134 XXIV |              knows who May really is.”~Old Tirauclair turned so suddenly
135 XXIV |              honor still untarnished.”~Old Tabaret paused, and then,
136 XXIV |         companion.~For a moment or two old Tabaret reclined upon his
137 XXIV |             made a great impression on old Tabaret, and increased the
138 XXIV |               are mistaken!” exclaimed old Tirauclair, exultantly. “
139 XXIV |                 Well, I am only a poor old man, but I should have interviewed
140 XXIV |           Gently, gently!” interrupted old Tirauclair. “You are going
141 XXIV |                away!”~Thus it was that old Tabaret reviewed the entire
142 XXV  |              How this idea had entered old Tabaret’s head, Lecoq could
143 XXV  |             Absinthe, he requested the old detective, in the most affable
144 XXV  |               December 3d, 1769; of an old family of lawyers. He was
145 XXV  |               An ironical smile curved old Tirauclair’s lips. “It teaches
146 XXV  |               mocking whistle from the old Tabaret interrupted the
147 XXV  |                name and honor intact.”~Old Tirauclair spoke with such
148 XXV  |               know what I have to do.”~Old Tabaret raised his hands