He sealed the letter:
"Give that to M. Weber. It's urgent. Now I want seven men to receive the goods. I left them on the quay."
On going back to the taxis, he was met by a chief inspector:
"Ah, it's you M. Lebœuf!" he said. "I've made a fine haul. . . . The whole of Altenheim's gang. . . . They're there in the taxi-cabs."
"Where did you find them?"
"Hard at work kidnapping Mrs. Kesselbach and robbing her house. But I'll tell you all about it when the time comes."
The chief inspector took him aside and, with the air of surprise:
"I beg your pardon, monsieur, but I was sent for to see the commissary of police for Auteuil. And I don't seem to . . . Whom have I the honor of addressing?"
"Somebody who is making you a handsome present of seven hooligans of the finest quality."
"Still, I should like to know. . . ."