that they had been closely questioned as to their acquaintance with you. I cannot give you any further particulars."
"And who arrested you?" inquired Pons, who seemed thunderstruck at the intelligence.
"Vidocq."
"Oh! the scoundrel, the scamp! But who is this Vidocq, of whom we hear so much: I have never been able to meet him face to face; once only I perceived him following an individual into the house of Causette. I was told it was him, but I forget all about him; and I would cheerfully give half-a-dozen bottles of wine to any one who would procure me a good stare at him."
"Bless you, it is easy enough to meet with him," replied I; "he is always about in one place or another."
"Well, I would advise him to keep out of my reach," exclaimed Pons. "If he were here, I'll engage he would pass the worst quarter of an hour he ever experienced in his life."
"Oh! you are like all the rest of them, talking of what you would do; and yet if he were before you at this moment, you would sit perfectly still, and be the first to offer him a glass of wine." (At the time I was saying this I held out my glass, which he filled.)
"I'll offer him wine! May a thousand devils seize me first!"
"Yes, you, I say, would invite him to drink with you."
"I tell you I would die sooner."
"Then you may die as soon as you please, for I am Vidocq, and I arrest you!"
"How, how; what is this?
"Yes, I arrest you!" and approaching my face to his, "I tell you, villain, I arrest you, you are done; and if you dare to stir one step, I will tweak off your rascally nose. Clement, handcuff this worthy gentleman."
The astonishment of Pons defies description. Every feature appeared distorted, his eyes starting from their
