"Where?"
"I don't know! Wherever I can!"
"But if you don't know where to look?"
"Oh! if one hunts, one always finds what one wants."
Charras started off at a gallop—he had a notion where to look. He went to the manufactory of Sèvres: it would surely be impossible not to find a map of Seine-et-Oise there. Nor was he mistaken: they had two. They were put at his disposal by my namesake, M. Dumas, the chemist, erewhile minister and present senator. Pajol received the two maps a quarter of a league outside Sèvres.
"Now, then, Jacqueminot," he said, "we must have bread, and plenty of it, too.... Go to Versailles and order ten thousand rations."
Jacqueminot started off.
"And we must also have spies," said Pajol. "Who will undertake to find me spies?"
"I will," said Charras.
"Ah! do you mean to undertake to find everything?"