Javert went back outside to wait. He took a pinch of snuff. The cool air refreshed him. It was all he could do to keep himself from literally patting himself on the back.
Just a few moments later, the same boy in the threadbare black coat hurried past him, obviously intent on entering the cafe. Javert grabbed one of his arms and whirled him around to face him. A pile of books and papers scattered to the ground. Javert gazed intently into the poor boy's gigantic and bewildered eyes.
"Just where do you think you're going?" Javert snarled.
The boy gazed dumbly back at him. "I-um-mmmy friends...I-oh...." He trailed off.
Javert rolled his eyes. "Stupid dolt," he thought to himself. "Your name, boy!" he demanded savagely.
The boy made an attempt to straighten himself up. "Mmmy name is Mmmarius Pontmercy...sir," he stammered.
"Pontmercy, eh?" Javert took a step closer, causing Marius to back away until he tripped over the curb and fell into the gutter.
"And what is your business here?" Pathetically, Marius pulled himself from the gutter. He was now soaked and covered in garbage. "Sir, I was meeting a group of friends here-"
"Names," Javert , Joly, Enjolras, I suppose..."
"Enjolras! Perhaps the dolt also knew the drunkard. "Pontmercy, do you know an inebriate who goes by the name of Grantaire?"
Afraid to lie, Marius nodded. The corners of Javert's mouth turned up in a terrible smile. He roughly grabbed Marius and dragged him inside the Cafe Musain.