"Into that of Maison-Rouge."
"How?" cried Maurice, "is it here he hides himself?"
"They fancy so, since it is here his supposed accomplice resides, the purchaser of the house in the Rue de la Corderie."
"Faubourg Victor?" demanded Maurice.
"Yes; Faubourg Victor."
"And in what street?"—
"In the old Rue Saint Jacques."
"O God!" murmured Maurice, as if struck by a thunderbolt. And he pressed his hand before his eyes. But after a moment's interval, during which he had collected all his courage,—
"What trade?" said he.
"A master-tanner."