gerous guests, but the most energetic measures had failed of success.
Watched, hunted, and in imminent danger of arrest though they were, they always returned with idiotic obstinacy, obeying, as one might suppose, some mysterious law of attraction.
Hence, the police had there an immense trap, constantly baited, to which their game came of their own accord to be caught.
The result of a tour of inspection was so certain, that it was with an assured tone the officer in charge of the post called to the squad as they departed:
"I will prepare lodgings for our guests. Good luck to you, and much pleasure!"
This last wish was pure irony, for the weather was the most disagreeable that could be imagined.
A very heavy snow-storm had prevailed for several days. It was now beginning to thaw, and on all the frequented thoroughfares the slush was ankle-deep. It was still cold, however; a damp chill filled the air, and penetrated to the very marrow of one's bones. Besides, there was a dense fog, so dense that one could not see one's hands before one's face.
"What a beastly job!" growled one of the agents.
"Yes," replied the inspector who commanded the squad; "I think if you had an income of thirty thousand francs you would not be here."
The laugh that greeted this commonplace joke was not so much flattery as homage to a recognized and established superiority.
The inspector was, in fact, one of the most esteemed members of the force, a man who had proved his worth.
His powers of penetration were not, perhaps, very
