"Do you?"
"Yes, three robbers, Berchier called Bicêtre, Caffin, and Linois, whom I will give up to him in the actual fact, as sure as you and I make two."
"If you can, why don't you? That would be an excellent beginning."
"I know it, but—"
"Are you afraid to make yourself seem visible in the business? If you perform services, I will do my best to ensure your admission."
"Ah, my friend, you pour balm into my mind; you will procure my admission."
"Oh that will be easily effected."
"Come then, a bumper to luck," cried Hotot, transborted with joy.
"Yes, let us drink to your approaching reception."
"And the sooner the better."
Hotot was enchanted, and already laid down a line of conduct; he had his dreams of happiness, and there was in his very legs those inquietudes of hope which are produced by the prospect of coming pleasure. I was afraid lest he should quit his bed, when at length some person knocked at the door; it was Gaffré, holding in his hand a small bottle of brandy, which Annette had given to him. "Traiffe," said my Israelitish colleague as he entered, in that Hebrew slang, which was doubtless the favourite language of our patron, Monsieur Judas. Traiffe and maron are one and the same thing. As I pique myself on being a Hebraist of the first order, I instantly comprehended him, and saw how to play my cards. Whilst I was pouring out for the neophyte the nectar of a policeman, Gaffré replaced the shoes. We continued to chat and drink, and before we parted, I learnt that the plunder of the lead was that of which Hotot proposed to point out the perpetrators. The father Bellemont, a blacksmith of the Rue de la Tannerie, was the fence whom he mentioned to me.
As these details were interesting, I told Hotot that I
