the confidant of disgraceful details, domestic crimes, and tolerated vices. If, when he entered upon his office, he had any illusions, before the end of a year they were all dissipated. If he does not absolutely despise the human race, it is because often, side by side with abominations indulged in with impunity, he discovers sublime generosities which remain unrewarded. He sees impudent scoundrels filching public respect; and he consoles himself by thinking of the modest, obscure heroes whom he has also encountered. So often have his previsions been deceived, that he has reached a state of complete scepticism. He believes in nothing, neither in evil nor in absolute good; not more in virtue than in vice. His experience has forced him to come to the sad conclusion that not men, but events, are worth considering. 

The commissary sent for by M. Fauvel soon made his appearance. It was with a calm air, if not one of perfect indifference, that he entered the office. He was followed by a short man dressed in a full suit of black, which was slightly relieved by a crumpled collar. The banker, scarcely bowing to him, said: "Doubtless, monsieur, you have been apprised of the painful circumstance which compels me to have recourse to your assistance?" 

"It is about a robbery, I believe." 

"Yes; an infamous and mysterious robbery committed in this office, from the safe you see open there, of which my cashier" (he pointed to Prosper) "alone possesses the key and the word." 

This declaration seemed to arouse the unfortunate cashier from his dull stupor. "Excuse me, monsieur," he said to the commissary in a low tone. "My chief also has the word and the key." 

"Of course, that is understood." 

The commissary at once drew his own conclusions. Evidently these two men accused each other. From their own statements, one or the other was guilty. One was the head of an important bank: the other was a simple cashier. One was the chief: the other was the clerk. But the commissary of police was too well skilled in concealing his impressions to betray his thoughts by any outward sign. Not a muscle of his face moved. But he became more grave, and alternately watched the cashier and M. Fauvel, as if trying to draw some profitable conclusion from their behavior. Prosper was very pale and dejected. He had dropped into a seat, and his arms hung inert on either side of the chair. The banker, on the contrary, remained standing with flashing eyes and crimson face, expressing himself with extraordinary violence. 

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