appeared the word, "CASHIER." A small door on the left led to
the private office.

M. de Tregars and Maxence had patiently taken a seat on a hard
leather bench, once red; and they were listening and looking on.

There was considerable animation about the place. Every few
minutes, well-dressed young men came in with a hurried and
important look, and, taking out of their pocket a memorandum-book,
they would speak a few sentences of that peculiar dialect,
bristling with figures, which is the language of the bourse. At
the end of fifteen or twenty minutes,

"Will M. Latterman be engaged much longer?" inquired M. de Tregars.

"I do not know," replied a clerk.

At that very moment, the little door on the left opened, and the
customer came out who had detained M. Latterman so long. This
customer was no other than M. Costeclar. Noticing M. de Tregars
and Maxence, who had risen at the noise of the door, he appeared
most disagreeably surprised. He even turned slightly pale, and
took a step backwards, as if intending to return precipitately
into the room that he was leaving; for M. Latterman's office,
like that of all other large operators, had several doors, without
counting the one that leads to the police-court. But M. de
Tregars gave him no time to effect this retreat. Stepping suddenly
forward,

"Well?" he asked him in a tone that was almost threatening.

The brilliant financier had condescended to take off his hat,
usually riveted upon his head, and, with the smile of a knave caught
in the act,

"I did not expect to meet you here, my lord-marquis," he said.

At the title of "marquis," everybody looked up. "I believe you,
indeed," said M. de Tregars. "But what I want to know is, how
is the matter progressing?"

"The plot is thickening. Justice is acting."

"Indeed!"

"It is a fact. Jules Jottras, of the house of Jottras and Brother,
was arrested this morning, just as he arrived at the bourse."

"Why?"

"Because, it seems, he was an accomplice of Favoral; and it was
he who sold the bonds stolen from the Mutual Credit."

Maxence had started at the mention of his father's name but, with
a significant glance, M. de Tregars bid him remain silent, and,
in a sarcastic tone,

"Famous capture!" he murmured. "And which proves the
clear-sightedness of justice."

"But this is not all," resumed M. Costeclar. "Saint Pavin, the
editor of 'The Financial Pilot,' you know, is thought to be seriously
compr