and the two Fauvilles, if they go clapping me into jail?"
"Come, come, Chief"
"Shut up!… Listen!"
A motor car was stopping on the boulevard, followed by another. It was evidently the Prefect and the magistrates from the public prosecutor's office.
Don Luis took Mazeroux by the arm.
"There's only one way out of it, Alexandre! Don't say you went to sleep."
"I must, Chief."
"You silly ass!" growled Don Luis. "How is it possible to be such an ass! It's enough to disgust one with honesty. What am I to do, then?"
"Discover the culprit, Chief."
"What!… What are you talking about?"
Mazeroux, in his turn, took him by the arm and, clutching him with a sort of despair, said, in a voice choked with tears:
"Discover the culprit, Chief. If not, you're done for … that's certain … the Prefect told me so.… The police want a culprit … they want him this evening.… One has got to be found.… It's up to you to find him."
"What you have, Alexandre, is a merry wit."
"It's child's play for you, Chief. You have only to set your mind to it."
"But there's not the least clue, you ass!"
"You'll find one … you must … I entreat you, hand them over somebody.… It would be more than I could bear if you were arrested. You, the chief, accused of murder! No, no.… I en-
