Mimile's eyes lighted up with joy. "Oh!" he stammered, "Loupart, you'll take me in the Cypher gang?" "Maybe," was the enigmatic reply. Then with a shove he sent the young man to the back of the den. "Must go and talk it over with the Beard." Without paying heed to the thanks of his new recruit, Loupart continued his dictation to Josephine. As the Sapper and Nonet went quickly down the Rue Charbonnière, Nonet inquired: "Well, chief, what do you think of our evening?" The individual that the hooligans of La Chapelle knew by the nickname of the Sapper, and who was no other than Inspector Michel, slowly stroked his long beard: "Not much," he declared, "except that we've been bluffed by the Square." "Why not round up the bunch?" suggested Nonet, who was known as Inspector Léon. "It's easy enough to talk, but what can two do against twenty? Who wants to take such risks for sixty dollars a month?" In the meantime Josephine was writing at the Square's dictation: "I know, sir, that to-morrow Loupart will be at Garnet's wine-shop at seven o'clock, which you know is to the right as you go up the Faubourg Montmartre, before you reach the Rue Lamartine. From there he will go to Doctor Chaleck's to tackle the safe, which is placed, as I told you, at the far side of the study, facing the window, with its balcony overlooking the garden. I wouldn't have meddled in the matter except that there'll be something worse regarding a woman. I can't tell you any more, for this is all I know. Make the best of it, and for God's sake never let Loupart know the letter was sent to you by the undersigned. "Very respectfully," About to sign her name, Josephine looked up, trembling and anxious. "What does it mean, Loupart? You've been drinking, I'm sure you have!" "Sign, I tell you," calmly replied the Square, and the girl, hypnotised, proceeded to trace in her large clumsy hand, her name, "Josephine Ramot." "Now put it in an envelope." From the end of the saloon the Beard was signalling Loupart. "What is it?" the latter cried, annoyed at the interruption. The Beard came near and whispered: "Important business. The dock man's scheme is going well--it'll be for the end of the week, Saturday at latest." "In four days, then?" "In four days." "All right," declared Josephine's lover, "we'll be on hand. It'll be a big haul, I hear." "Fifty thousand at least, the Cooper told me." Loupart nodded, waved the Beard aside and resumed: "Address it to "Monsieur Juve, "Commissioner of Safety, "At the Prefecture, Paris." II ON THE TRACK The daily paper, _The Capital_, was about to go to press. The editors had handed over the last slips of copy with the latest news. "Well, Fandor," asked the Secretary, "nothing more for me?" "No, nothing."