er on, he noticed a group of some thirty persons in front
of a newspaper-stand. The vender, a fat little man with a red
face and an impudent look, was crying in a hoarse voice,

"Here are the morning papers! The last editions! All about the
robbery of twelve millions by a poor cashier. Buy the morning
papers!"

And, to stimulate the sale of his wares, he added all sorts of
jokes of his own invention, saying that the thief belonged to the
neighborhood; that it was quite flattering, etc.

The crowd laughed; and he went on,

"The cashier Favoral's robbery! twelve millions! Buy the paper,
and see how it's done."

And so the scandal was public, irreparable. Maxence was listening
a few steps off. He felt like going; but an imperative feeling,
stronger than his will, made him anxious to see what the papers said.

Suddenly he made up his mind, and, stepping up briskly, he threw
down three sous, seized a paper, and ran as if they had all known
him.

"Not very polite, the gentleman," remarked two idlers whom he had
pushed a little roughly.

Quick as he had been, a shopkeeper of the Rue Turenne had had time
to recognize him.

"Why, that's the cashier's son!" he exclaimed. "Is it possible?"

"Why don't they arrest him?"

Half a dozen curious fellows, more eager than the rest, ran after
him to try and see his face. But he was already far off.

Leaning against a gas-lamp on the Boulevard, he unfolded the paper
he had just bought. He had no trouble looking for the article. In
the middle of the first page, in the most prominent position, he
read in large letters,

"At the moment of going to press, the greatest agitation prevails
among the stock-brokers and operators at the bourse generally,
owing to the news that one of our great banking establishments
has just been the victim of a theft of unusual magnitude.

"At about five o'clock in the afternoon, the manager of the
Mutual Credit Society, having need of some documents, went to
look for them in the office of the head cashier, who was then
absent. A memorandum forgotten on the table excited his
suspicions. Sending at once for a locksmith, he had all the
drawers broken open, and soon acquired the irrefutable evidence
that the Mutual Credit had been defrauded of sums, which, as far
as now known, amount to upwards of twelve millions.

"At once the police was notified; and M. Brosse, commissary of
police, duly provid