“I spent the morning working in the office of the collector-general of the Department. The chief wished me to stay to luncheon, but I told him that I had an engagement with a friend. As he had to go out, he accompanied me.
“I asked him:
“'Can you tell me how I can find the Rue du Coq-qui-Chante?'
“He answered:
“'Yes, it's only five minutes' walk from here. As I have nothing special to do, I will take you there.'
“We started out and soon found ourselves there. It was a wide, fine-looking street, on the outskirts of the town. I looked at the houses and I noticed No. 17. It was a large house with a garden behind it. The facade, decorated with frescoes, in the Italian style, appeared to me as being in bad taste. There were goddesses holding vases, others swathed in clouds. Two stone cupids supported the number of the house.
“I said to the treasurer:
“'Here is where I am going.'
“I held my hand out to him. He made a quick, strange gesture, said nothing and shook my hand.
“I rang. A maid appeared. I asked: