[An Historical Mystery by Honore de Balzac]@TWC D-Link bookAn Historical Mystery CHAPTER VIII 18/31
Without looking further into this calling, it is easy to see that the man who follows it puts as much passionate ardor into his chase as another man does into the pursuit of game.
Therefore the further these men advanced in their investigations the more eager they became; but the expression of their faces and their eyes continued calm and cold, just as their ideas, their suspicions, and their plans remained impenetrable.
To any one who watched the effects of the moral scent, if we may so call it, of these bloodhounds on the track of hidden facts, and who noted and understood the movements of canine agility which led them to strike the truth in their rapid examination of probabilities, there was in it all something actually horrifying.
How and why should men of genius fall so low when it was in their power to be so high? What imperfection, what vice, what passion debases them? Does a man become a police-agent as he becomes a thinker, writer, statesmen, painter, general, on the condition of knowing nothing but how to spy, as the others speak, write, govern, paint, and fight? The inhabitants of the chateau had but one wish,--that the thunderbolts of heaven might fall upon these miscreants; they were athirst for vengeance; and had it not been for the presence, up to this time, of the gendarmes there would undoubtedly have been an outbreak. "No one, I suppose, has the key of this box ?" said the cynical Peyrade, questioning the family as much by the movement of his huge red nose as by his words. The Provencal noticed, not without fear, that the guards were no longer present; he and Corentin were alone with the family.
The younger man drew a small dagger from his pocket, and began to force the lock of the box.
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