probably created General for this, charged in the Rue do la Paix at the

head of his Lancers a flock of nurses, who were put to flight.

Such was this indescribable enterprise. All the men who took part in it

were instigated by hidden influences; all had something which urged them

forward; Herbillon had Zaatcha behind him; Saint-Arnaud had Kabylia;

Renault had the affair of the Saint-André and Saint Hippolyte villages;

Espinasse, Rome and the storming of the 30th of June; Magnan, his debts.

Must we continue? We hesitate. Dr. Piquet, a man of seventy, was killed

in his drawing-room by a ball in his stomach; the painter Jollivart, by

a ball in the forehead, before his easel, his brains bespattered his

painting. The English captain, William Jesse, narrowly escaped a ball

which pierced the ceiling above his head; in the library adjoining the

Magasins du Prophète, a father, mother, and two daughters were sabred.

Lefilleul, another bookseller, was shot in his shop on the Boulevard

Poissonnière; in the Rue Lepelletier, Boyer, a chemist, seated at his

counter, was "spitted" by the Lancers. A captain, killing all before

him, took by storm the house of the Grand Balcon. A servant was killed

in the shop of Brandus. Reybell through the volleys said to Sax, "And I

also am discoursing sweet music." The Café Leblond was given over to

pillage. Billecoq's establishment was bombarded to such a degree that it

had to be pulled down the next day. Before Jouvain's house lay a heap of

corpses, amongst them an old man with his umbrella, and a young man with

his eye-glass. The Hôtel de Castille, the Maison Dorée, the Petite

Jeannette, the Café de Paris, the Café Anglais became for three hours

the targets of the cannonade. Raquenault's house crumbled beneath the

shells; the bullets demolished the Montmartre Bazaar.

447

The History of a Crime