CHAPTER III.
M.Tabaret's house was in fact not more than four minutes' walk from the railway terminus of St.Lazare.It was a fine building carefully kept, and which probably yielded a fine income though the rents were not too high.

The old fellow found plenty of room in it.

He occupied on the first floor, overlooking the street, some handsome apartments, well arranged and comfortably furnished, the principal of which was his collection of books.

He lived very simply from taste, as well as habit, waited on by an old servant, to whom on great occasions the concierge lent a helping hand.
No one in the house had the slightest suspicion of the avocations of the proprietor.

Besides, even the humblest agent of police would be expected to possess a degree of acuteness for which no one gave M.Tabaret credit.