This is what had taken place in the mean while. Marius, more occupied with the outside than the inside, had not hitherto attentively regarded the spy fastened up at the darkened end of the ground-floor room. When he saw him in the open daylight bestriding the barricade, he recognized him, and a sudden hope entered his mind. He remembered the inspector of the Rue de Pontoise, and the two pistols he had given him, which he, Marius, had employed at this very barricade, and he not only remembered his face but his name. This recollection, however, was foggy and disturbed, like all his ideas. It was not an affirmation he made so much as a question which he asked himself. "Is that not the Police Inspector, who told me that his name was Javert?" Marius shouted to Enjolras, who had just stationed himself at the other end of the barricade,-- "Enjolras?" "Well?" "What is that man's name?" "Which man?" "The police agent. Do you know his name?" "Of course I do, for he told it to us." "What is it?" "Javert." Marius started, but at this moment a pistol-shot was heard, and Jean Valjean reappeared, saying, "_It is all over._" A dark chill crossed Marius's heart. CHAPTER XX. THE DEAD ARE RIGHT AND THE LIVING ARE NOT WRONG. The death-struggles of the barricade were about to begin, and everything added to the tragical majesty of this supreme moment,--a thousand mysterious sounds in the air, the breathing of armed masses set in motion in streets which could not be seen, the intermittent gallop of cavalry, the heavy rumor of artillery, the platoon firing and the cannonade crossing each other in the labyrinth of Paris, the smoke of the battle rising all golden above the roofs, distant and vaguely terrible cries, flashes of menace everywhere, the tocsin of St. Merry, which now had the sound of a sob, the mildness of the season, the splendor of the sky full of sunshine and clouds, the beauty of the day, and the fearful silence of the houses. For since the previous evening the two rows of houses in the Rue de la Chanvrerie had become two walls,--ferocious walls with closed doors, closed windows, and closed shutters.