Part 2 (1/2)

”As many as five,” replied the man. ”Criminal, the head of which was Vidoeq; secret police, which keeps an eye on the other police, the head of it being always unknown; political police,--that's Fouche's. Then there's the police of Foreign Affairs, and finally, the palace police (of the Emperor, Louis XVIII., etc.), always squabbling with that of the quai Malaquais. It came to an end under Monsieur Decazes. I belonged to the police of Louis XVIII.; I'd been in it since 1793, with that poor Contenson.”

The four gentlemen looked at each other with one thought: ”How many heads he must have brought to the scaffold!”

”Now-a-days, they are trying to get on without us. Folly!” continued the little man, who began to seem terrible. ”Since 1830 they want honest men at the prefecture! I resigned, and I've made myself a small vocation by arresting for debt.”

”He is the right arm of the commercial police,” said Gaillard in Bixiou's ear, ”but you can never find out who pays him most, the debtor or the creditor.”

”The more rascally a business is, the more honor it needs. I'm for him who pays me best,” continued Fromenteau addressing Gaillard. ”You want to recover fifty thousand francs and you talk farthings to your means of action. Give me five hundred francs and your man is pinched to-night, for we spotted him yesterday!”

”Five hundred francs for you alone!” cried Theodore Gaillard.

”Lizette wants a shawl,” said the spy, not a muscle of his face moving.

”I call her Lizette because of Beranger.”

”You have a Lizette, and you stay in such a business!” cried the virtuous Gazonal.

”It is amusing! People may cry up the pleasures of hunting and fis.h.i.+ng as much as they like but to stalk a man in Paris is far better fun.”

”Certainly,” said Gazonal, reflectively, speaking to himself, ”they must have great talent.”

”If I were to enumerate the qualities which make a man remarkable in our vocation,” said Fromenteau, whose rapid glance had enabled him to fathom Gazonal completely, ”you'd think I was talking of a man of genius.

First, we must have the eyes of a lynx; next, audacity (to tear into houses like bombs, accost the servants as if we knew them, and propose treachery--always agreed to); next, memory, sagacity, invention (to make schemes, conceived rapidly, never the same--for spying must be guided by the characters and habits of the persons spied upon; it is a gift of heaven); and, finally, agility, vigor. All these facilities and qualities, monsieur, are depicted on the door of the Gymnase-Amoros as Virtue. Well, we must have them all, under pain of losing the salaries given us by the State, the rue de Jerusalem, or the minister of Commerce.”

”You certainly seem to me a remarkable man,” said Gazonal.

Fromenteau looked at the provincial without replying, without betraying the smallest sign of feeling, and departed, bowing to no one,--a trait of real genius.

”Well, cousin, you have now seen the police incarnate,” said Leon to Gazonal.

”It has something the effect of a dinner-pill,” said the worthy provincial, while Gaillard and Bixiou were talking together in a low voice.

”I'll give you an answer to-night at Carabine's,” said Gaillard aloud, re-seating himself at his desk without seeing or bowing to Gazonal.

”He is a rude fellow!” cried the Southerner as they left the room.

”His paper has twenty-two thousand subscribers,” said Leon de Lora.

”He is one of the five great powers of the day, and he hasn't, in the morning, the time to be polite. Now,” continued Leon, speaking to Bixiou, ”if we are going to the Chamber to help him with his lawsuit let us take the longest way round.”

”Words said by great men are like silver-gilt spoons with the gilt washed off; by dint of repet.i.tion they lose their brilliancy,” said Bixiou. ”Where shall we go?”

”Here, close by, to our hatter?” replied Leon.

”Bravo!” cried Bixiou. ”If we keep on in this way, we shall have an amusing day of it.”

”Gazonal,” said Leon, ”I shall make the man pose for you; but mind that you keep a serious face, like the king on a five-franc piece, for you are going to see a choice original, a man whose importance has turned his head. In these days, my dear fellow, under our new political dispensation, every human being tries to cover himself with glory, and most of them cover themselves with ridicule; hence a lot of living caricatures quite new to the world.”

”If everybody gets glory, who can be famous?” said Gazonal.

”Fame! none but fools want that,” replied Bixiou. ”Your cousin wears the cross, but I'm the better dressed of the two, and it is I whom people are looking at.”