Why these reiterated inquiries, these mysterious words of the jailor, and this description of my attire? I was lost in a labyrinth of conjecture, and for twenty-five hours I was kept in the strictest solitary confinement; I then underwent an examination which informed me of all.
"What is your name?"
"Eugène François Vidocq."
"What is your profession?"
"Military."
"Do you know the girl Francine Longuet?"
"Yes; she is my mistress."
"Do you know where she is at this moment?"
"She should be at a friend's house, for she sold her own furniture."
"What is the name of this friend?"
"Madame Bourgeois."
"Where does she live?"
"At a baker's in the Rue St André."
"How long had you left the woman Longuet when you were arrested?"
"Five days."
"Why did you leave her?"
"To avoid her anger; she knew that I had passed the night with another female, and in a fit of jealousy threatened to have me arrested."
"Who was the woman with whom you passed the night?"
"A former mistress."
"What is her name?"
"Eliza—I only know her by that name."
"Where does she live?"
"At Brussels, whither, I believe, she has returned."
"Where are the things which you had in the house of the woman Longuet?"
"In a place that I can point out if need be."
"How could you get them, having quarrelled with her, and not wishing to see her?"
"After our quarrel in the café, where she found
