won't peach if I tell you the dodge?"

His companions assured him that he might have every confidence in them.

"Very well; I make my money in the Champs Elysees, and sometimes get a
harvest twice a day."

"But there are no shoemakers' shops there."

"You are a fool," answered Toto contemptuously. "Do you think I
blackmail thieves? That wouldn't be half good enough. Honest people, or
at least people who call themselves honest, are my game. These are the
ones who can be made to pay up."

Tantaine shuddered; he remembered that Mascarin had made use of the same
expression, and at once surmised that Toto must have had an occasional
ear to the keyhole.

"But," objected Polyte, "honest people have no occasion to pay up."

Toto struck his glass so heavily on the table that it flew to shivers.

"Will you let me speak?" said he.

"Go on, go on, my boy," returned his friend.

"Well, when I'm hard up for cash, I go into the Champs Elysees, and take
a seat on one of the benches. From there I keep an eye on the cabs and
see who gets out of them. If a respectable woman does so, I am sure of
my bird."

"Do you think you know a respectable woman when you see her?"

"I should think that I did. Well, when a respectable woman gets out of a
cab where she ought not to have been, she looks about her on all sides,
first to the right and then to the left, settles her veil, and, as soon
as she is sure that no one is watching her, sets off as if old Nick was
behind her."

"Well, what do you do then?"

"Why, I take the number of the cab, and follow the lady home. Then
I wait until she has had time to get to her own rooms, and go to the
porter and say, 'Will you give me the name of the lady who has just come
in?'"

"And do you think the porter is fool enough to do so?"

"Not a bit; I always take the precaution of having a delicate little
purse in my pocket; and when the man says, as he always does, 'I don't
know,' I pull out the purse, and say, 'I am sorry for that, for she
dropped this as she came in, and I wanted to return it to her.' The
porter at once becomes awfully civil; he gives the name and number,
and up I go. The first time I content myself with finding out if she is
married or single. If she is single, it is no go; but if the reverse, I
go on with the job."

"Why, what do you do next?"

"Next morning I go there, and hang about until I see the husband go out.
Then I go upstairs, and ask for the wife. It is ticklis