Huy and Lorrain jumped into the street and fled at the top of their speed. The coachman had noticed nothing. Cournet let them get away, and then, pulling the check string, stopped the _fiacre_, got down leisurely, reclosed the door, quietly took forty sous from his purse, gave them to the coachman, who had not left his seat, and said to him, "Drive on." He plunged into Paris. In the Place des Victoires he met the ex-Constituent Isidore Buvignier, his friend, who about six weeks previously had come out of the Madelonnettes, where he had been confined for the matter of the _Solidarité Républicaine_. Buvignier was one of the noteworthy figures on the high benches of the Left; fair, close-shaven, with a stern glance, he made one think of the English Roundheads, and he had the bearing rather of a Cromwellian Puritan than of a Dantonist Man of the Mountain. Cournet told his adventure, the extremity had been terrible. Buvignier shook his head. "You have killed a man," he said. In "Marie Tudor," I have made Fabiani answer under similar circumstances,-- "No, a Jew." Cournet, who probably had not read "Marie Tudor," answered,-- "No, a police spy." Then he resumed,-- "I have killed a police spy to save three men, one of whom was myself." Cournet was right. They were in the midst of the combat, they were taking him to be shot; the spy who had arrested him was, properly speaking, an assassin, and assuredly it was a case of legitimate defence. I add that this wretch, a democrat for the people, a spy for the police, was a twofold traitor. Moreover, the police spy was the jackal of the _coup d'état_, while Cournet was the combatant for the Law. "You must conceal yourself," said Buvignier; "come to Juvisy." Buvignier had a little refuge at Juvisy, which is on the road to Corbeil. He was known and loved there; Cournet and he reached there that evening. But they had hardly arrived when some peasants said to Buvignier, "The police have already been here to arrest you, and are coming again to-night." It was necessary to go back. Cournet, more in danger than ever, hunted, wandering, pursued, hid himself in Paris with considerable difficulty. He remained there till the 16th. He had no means of procuring himself a passport. At length, on the 16th, some friends of his on the Northern Railway obtained for him a special passport, worded as follows:-- "Allow M. ----, an Inspector on the service of the Company, to pass." He decided to leave the next day, and take the day train, thinking, perhaps rightly, that the night train would be more closely watched.