soon disposed of; it is a good haul, and you shall have your whack."
"Come, then, let us be off."
Masson conducted me to the boulevard Saint Denis, which we traversed until we came to a heap of stones. There he stopped, looked about him to see that no one was watching, and then going up to the pile. He took off several lumps, put his hand into the cavity and fished up a bunch of keys.
"I have now all the herbs of Saint John," said he, "and we will go together to the corn-market."
On reaching the place, he pointed out to me, at a small distance, and almost opposite the guard-house, the house which he intended to enter.
"Now, my boy," said he, "do not go far distant, wait for me, and keep your weather-eye open; I am going to see if the mot has mizzled (if the woman of the house has gone out.)"
Masson opened the side-door, but no sooner had he shut it after him than I ran to the post, where making myself known to the chief, I hastily told him that a robbery was then committing, and that no time was to be lost, if they would secure the robber with the property in his possession. Having done this, I returned to the place where Masson had left me. Hardly had I got there when some person, advancing towards me, said,
"Is it you, Jean Louis?"
"Yes, it is me," was my reply, testifying my astonishment that he had returned empty-handed.
"Oh, say nothing about it; a devil of a neighbour came up the staircase and deranged my plans; but what is deferred is not lost. Minute follows minute and the mutton is boiled at last, as you will see; one must not compromise oneself."
He then left me again, and was not long in reappearing with a very large bundle, under the weight of which he was almost sinking. He passed me without uttering a word: I followed, and walking in close
