Panting, Javert woke once more. Dawn was tinting the dark sky above the
city. The inspector got out of bed once more, making it this time. There
would be no more sleep for him tonight; the memories were two painful. He
walked over to the wash basin and let the cool water wake and calm him as
he splashed on his face. He dressed and walked outside. The crisp morning
air hit him as he headed down the streets of Paris. He soon arrived at the
Commisionary of Police on the Rue de Pontoise. Walking inside, he was
greeted by a messenger.
"Monsieur, the prefect has said to tell you that a prisoner has been moved."
"From?" Javert asked, irritably.
"From Toulon, Monsieur. He was causing more trouble than they could handle. The prefect told the adjucent to send the man here, to Paris."
"And why is this?"
"Because of you. It is known that you not only served as adjucent for the galley guard at Toulon, but that you were the best at keeping order there. When you left, the control there weakened."
"Yes, right. Thank you."
The boy gave a quick nod and headed out the door. Javert turned as well, eager to see who caused enough trouble to be sent to Paris for it.
Once at the prison, he was greeted and led to the cell. There he was left alone. "Did you enjoy your trip?" the inspector asked with mock concern.
The thin man in the corner turned, shocked at the sound of Javert's voice.
"Yes, Monsieur Inspector"
Both were in shadow, so their faces could not be made out. However, Javert asked for the name of the convict. The convict answered.
"Honoré"
"Monsieur, the prefect has said to tell you that a prisoner has been moved."
"From?" Javert asked, irritably.
"From Toulon, Monsieur. He was causing more trouble than they could handle. The prefect told the adjucent to send the man here, to Paris."
"And why is this?"
"Because of you. It is known that you not only served as adjucent for the galley guard at Toulon, but that you were the best at keeping order there. When you left, the control there weakened."
"Yes, right. Thank you."
The boy gave a quick nod and headed out the door. Javert turned as well, eager to see who caused enough trouble to be sent to Paris for it.
Once at the prison, he was greeted and led to the cell. There he was left alone. "Did you enjoy your trip?" the inspector asked with mock concern.
The thin man in the corner turned, shocked at the sound of Javert's voice.
"Yes, Monsieur Inspector"
Both were in shadow, so their faces could not be made out. However, Javert asked for the name of the convict. The convict answered.
"Honoré"