leaving a brother prisoner under bolts and bars, and ready to risk his

head for a brother Emperor, having the same mother as Louis Bonaparte,

and like Louis Bonaparte, having some father or other, being able to call

himself Beauharnais, being able to call himself Flahaut, and yet calling

himself Morny, pursuing literature as far as light comedy, and politics,

as far as tragedy, a deadly free liver, possessing all the frivolity

consistent with assassination, capable of being sketched by Marivaux and

treated of by Tacitus, without conscience, irreproachably elegant,

infamous, and amiable, at need a perfect duke. Such was this malefactor."

It was not yet six o'clock in the morning. Troops began to mass

themselves on the Place de la Concorde, where Leroy-Saint-Arnaud on

horseback held a review.

The Commissaries of Police, Bertoglio and Primorin ranged two companies

in order under the vault of the great staircase of the Questure, but did

not ascend that way. They were accompanied by agents of police, who knew

the most secret recesses of the Palais Bourbon, and who conducted them

through various passages.

General Leflô was lodged in the Pavilion inhabited in the time of the Duc

de Bourbon by Monsieur Feuchères. That night General Leflô had staying

with him his sister and her husband, who were visiting Paris, and who

slept in a room, the door of which led into one of the corridors of the

Palace. Commissary Bertoglio knocked at the door, opened it, and together

with his agents abruptly burst into the room, where a woman was in bed.

The general's brother-in-out sprang out of bed, and cried out to the

Questor, who slept in an adjoining room, "Adolphe, the doors are being

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