Chapter 333 three stalked people

We should justly admit that even in the most serious moment of the situation, the police at that time still performed their road management and surveillance duties calmly.In their view, bad people must not be allowed to use a riot as an excuse to misbehave, and they cannot neglect society because of how difficult the government is.When performing special tasks, normal duties are also accurately completed without interference.In the midst of the countless political events that had begun, under the pressure of a possible revolution, not distracted by insurrections and barricades, a policeman was following a thief.

An incident of this kind took place on the right bank of the Seine a little past the Pont des Invalides on the afternoon of June 6. There is no river beach there today, and the appearance of this area has now changed. On this section of the river beach, two people separated by a distance seem to be watching each other, and one is hiding from the other.Those who walk in front try to stay away, and those who follow try to get closer. It seemed like a game of chess was being played silently from afar.Neither one nor the other seemed to be in a hurry, and both walked slowly, as if each was afraid that the haste of the pace would make the other quicken his pace.

Like a glutton following a prey without appearing to intend to do so.The prey is insidious, and it is on guard. The required distance between the pursued weasel and the hounds is maintained.The man who managed to get away was a small, thin-faced man; the man who was trying to capture was tall and rough-looking, and he must have been a pain to deal with. The first, feeling himself the weakest, wanted to run away from the second; but he fled with a rather angry air, as anyone who watched him could see, in his eyes there was the sullen hostility of fleeing and the feeling he felt when he was frightened. threat.

The beach is deserted, and there is no passer-by; here and there there are no boatmen or stevedores on the barges moored. People can only see these two people clearly on the opposite side of the river bank. Anyone who observes them at this distance can see that the person walking in front is like a man with bristling hair, dressed in rags, evasive, anxious, in a torn blouse. shivering; and the other looked like a typical civil servant in that uniform that buttoned down to the chin. If the reader sees these two people in a relatively close place, he may know them. What is the purpose of the latter person?

Probably make the first person dress warmer! When a man in a state uniform goes after a ragged man, the aim is to get that man to also wear a state uniform.But color is key.It is honorable to wear blue clothes, and it is bad luck to wear red clothes. There is an inferior fuchsia. The first thing people want to escape is probably some troubles and this kind of fuchsia clothing. If the other let him go ahead without arresting him, it was because, on the face of it, the hope was to catch him on a meaningful date or with a group of people worth capturing.This kind of subtle action is called "putting the long line".

This conjecture may have been quite correct, for the buttoned-up man, seeing an empty carriage passing by on the bank, made a sign to the driver, who understood, and evidently knew whom he was dealing with, and turned the horse around. Come over and begin to walk slowly following the two on the high bank.These were not seen by the suspicious, ragged man who walked ahead. The streetcar rolled along the trees of the Place des Elysées, and one could see the upper body of the coachman passing by on the parapet, holding his whip in his hand. One of the department's secret instructions to the police reads, "Always have a streetcar by your side."

While they were each engaged in irreproachable strategy, the two came to a slope leading to the riverbank, from which the coachmen from Bashi could then go down to the river to drink their horses.In order to be neat and symmetrical, this slope was later renovated and no longer exists.The horse is dying of thirst, but the human eye is comfortable. It seemed that the man in the smock was going up this slope and trying to escape into the tree-lined Place des Elysées, but there was a lot of police there, which was an easy place for another man to strike. This part of the river bank is not far from the house where Colonel Braque moved from Morey to Paris in 1824. It is called the "Residence François I", and there is a guard nearby.

To the amazement of the watchers, the pursued did not come up the drinking slope, but continued on the riverbank along the bank. His situation was clearly critical. What to do unless you want to jump into the Seine? There was no longer any access to the bank, no more slopes, no more steps, and he had reached the bend of the Seine near the Pont Jena, where the beach narrowed until it became a thin strip and was submerged in the water, where he It will inevitably be caught in the steep wall on the right and the river on the left and in front, followed by public security personnel. The end of the beach here is indeed blocked by a pile of six or seven feet high debris left by some kind of demolition.Did this man think it was enough to hide behind this pile of rubble that others could just walk around?This way of coping is naive.He certainly didn't want to do that.Thieves are not so naive.The heap of rubble formed a hillock near the water's edge, reaching up to the high wall of the bank like a promontory.

When the tracked person reached this hill, he passed over, so that he could no longer be seen by the other person. The man, he neither sees nor is seen, and he takes advantage of that, unmasking, and striding forward.In a moment he reached the heap of rubbish, rounded it, and there he stopped, startled, his pursuer no longer there. The man in the smock has completely disappeared. The length of the river bank from the pile of waste was less than thirty paces, and then it was submerged in the water that hit the bank wall. Where was the fugitive who could not have jumped into the Seine or climbed the banks without being seen by those who followed him?

The man in the long, buttoned-up coat went all the way to the edge of the beach, where he pondered for a moment, his fists convulsed, and his eyes searched.Suddenly he patted his forehead.At the junction of land and water he found a wide and low arched iron gate, fitted with a thick lock and three thick hinges.It is a kind of iron gate, half exposed and half submerged, under the bank of the river, from which a stream of black water flows out into the Seine. Behind the rough rusted iron gratings, a sort of shadowy vaulted corridor was clearly visible. The man, with his arms folded, was looking reproachfully at the iron bars.

It was not enough for him to look, and he tried to push the iron door. He shook it, but the door was so strong that it could not be shaken.It must have been opened just now. The strange thing is that the iron gate has rusted like this. However, no sound was heard, but the door must have been closed again.This shows that the person who opened the door did not use a hook, but a key. This unmistakable evidence immediately dawned upon the door-shaker and caused him to utter these angry exclamations: "This is outrageous! There is a public key!" Then he immediately calmed down again, and spewed out a powerful monosyllabic word with irony, expressing many thoughts in his heart: "Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!" After he finished speaking, he didn't know what hope he still had, whether he wanted to see that person come out again, or whether he wanted to see someone else go in. He lay in ambush behind the pile of trash and waited, with the patient anger of a hound. As for the street car following all his actions, it also stopped above him near the river railing.In anticipation of a long stop, the coachmen put the noses of their horses in the wet oatmeal sacks familiar to Parisians, which, incidentally, the government sometimes puts over their mouths.The few passers-by on the Jena Bridge look back at the two immobile points in the scene before walking away, the people on the river beach and the carriages on the river bank.