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 “My poor Sariette, all this is very queer, very queer indeed.”

And when Monsieur Sariette tentatively advised him to lodge a formal complaint or to inform the Commissaire de Police, Monsieur d’Esparvieu cried out upon him:

“What are you suggesting, Monsieur Sariette? Divulge domestic secrets, make a scandal! You cannot mean it. I have enemies, and I am proud of it. I think I have deserved them. What I might complain about is that I am wounded in the house of my friend, attacked with violence, by fervent loyalists, who, I grant you, are good Catholics, but exceedingly bad  In a word, I am watched, spied upon, shadowed, and you suggest, Monsieur Sariette, that I should make a present of this  mystery, this burlesque adventure, this story in which we both cut somewhat pitiable figures, to a set of spiteful journalists? Do you wish to cover me with ridicule?”

The result of the colloquy was that the two gentlemen agreed to change all the locks in the library. Estimates were asked for and workmen called in. For six weeks the d’Esparvieu household rang from morning till night with the sound of hammers, the hum of and the grating of files. Fires were always going in the abode of the philosophers and globes, and the people of the