[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

Corona frowned.

Who threw this note?How did the other party know about this, and why did they remind him in this way?This note looks like it came from the hands of the poor. Could it be that a female worker in the literacy class overheard this and was afraid of retaliation, so she dared not tell her directly?

She didn't suspect that this matter might be false.Rather, she has been waiting for this to happen ever since she heard about Eponine and Azma.She comforted Fantine and Cosette, got up immediately, took the pistol from the drawer of the study, and handed it to Jean Valjean.

"Mr. Jean, please go out and report to the police at the nearby outpost."

Jean Valjean then took down a large brown overcoat on the porch, put it on, and went out with his pistol hidden in his pocket. "Be careful." Cosette urged after her.Jean Valjean nodded to her with a smile, and went out.

"Are they coming to-night?" asked Fantine anxiously.

"I can't say that. It never hurts to call the police early."

"But what kind of enmity did we have with him? If we say resentment, I should blame them for bullying my poor little Cosette!" Fantine said unfairly.

Corona smiled wryly. "How can I reason with such people? In fact, even if my father and I had never met them, they would have left that small inn sooner or later to avoid debts. As far as I know, they owed money when they ran away. Thousands of francs in debt. But, if in their minds, they might blame us for all this."

Fantine actually knew this truth, but she felt aggrieved and complained casually.Cosette was held in her arms and looked up at Corona. "I want to see that note," she said.

"Ah, I should have brought the note to Mr. Jean!" Corona remembered.Just now she was also a little confused and forgot about it.She handed the note to Cosette, and Cosette took it and read the short sentence on it carefully. "Do you know who wrote this note?" she asked.

"I don't know him," replied Cosette.

Of course she does.This is Eponine's handwriting.Éponine could not write a lot of characters, some of which were taught by Cosette.Each of them wrote in the dust on the ground, separated by an iron gate by a tree branch. For a while, Master Mazlo often complained that the back door was sprinkled with dirt by urchins.The crooked and untidy handwriting on this note is exactly the same as the writing that Eponine scratched on the ground.But since Éponine did not want to be identified, Cosette kept the secret for her.

Corona didn't expect her to recognize it, so she didn't suspect it.When she took the note back from Cosette, the front door rang again.Corona casually put the other pistol/gun into her pocket and walked towards the porch.

"Mr. Jean? Did you forget to bring something?" She raised her voice and asked.

"It's me." Jean Valjean's voice answered at the door, and Coronne let go of her pistol, and hurried forward to meet her, "I met a police detective coming here just as I was going out, so directly back together."

On the porch another man was hanging coats on the coat rack.He turned around, took off his hat and saluted Corona: "Miss Evermond."

Corona's eyes widened in surprise.

"Detective Javert, long time no see." She greeted.

"Can you tell us who the man who gave you the clue was?" Corona asked as they sat in the living room.

"No. I'm obliged to keep my informants secret." Detective Javert--now Detective Javert--rejected gravely and decisively.He studied the yellow and crumpled note carefully under the light, "But I can be sure that the person who wrote the note is not the same person."

"Why do you say that?" Corona asked again.

This clichéd trick didn't work. "I am bound to keep the secret," repeated Javert stiffly.

"Then if you have a chance to meet him next time, please convey our thanks to him, is that okay?"

"That's fine." Javert agreed, and he folded up the note and carefully put it in his pocket. "Who's in charge here?" he asked.

There were five people present, counting Toussaint, the maid, but three of them sat far behind: Fantine and Cosette.Although they were no longer in Montreuil now, the old habits of those days seemed to make her a little afraid of Javert.The two people sitting in the center looked at each other, Jean Valjean made a gesture of retreat, and Corona replied, "It's me."

Javert looked at her with some surprise, and then at Jean Valjean.But he didn't add nonsense here. "Are you brave?"

"If you judge by the standards of women, it's huge."

"Very good. To deal with these people, my opinion is: you can't guard against them forever. You can't do anything by yourself. Most of these thieves have accomplices. If you also form gangs, such as 'Cat Boss' That way, things will be even more troublesome. They will have endless bad ideas. It is best to wait patiently for them to strike, until they have climbed over the courtyard wall, or even entered the house door, before we catch them all."

"What exactly are you going to do?"

"Those villains move very quickly. Many times they gather a few accomplices, and they can prepare the crime tools immediately and start the night. I will stay here tonight and ambush them. Do you have any weapons?"

He asked Corona in this way, but his eyes were fixed on Jean Valjean.

"Yes." Corona said, putting the pistol/gun on the table, "there is another rifle that can be used." Jean Valjean did not answer, and he did not need to answer, Javert was very impressed with his ability. clearly.

Javert picked up the pistol/gun and examined it. "It's a fine gun. Can you use it?"

"My aim is pretty good."

This earned her a surprised and appreciative look—however, it was difficult to distinguish the expression of appreciation from that fierce face. "Very good, then, tonight, you and I will guard the back door. Another person will guard the front door. Don't leave a light on. The rest of the house goes about their lives as normal, pretending you didn't notice anything, but keep yourselves The door of the room is locked from the inside. If you encounter the gangsters, you can shoot them directly and shout out how many people there are in total to let the other side know.

"It's also possible that they won't come tonight. Then it means that they must want to observe the situation and do it later. I won't come here every day, it will be too conspicuous, and they will see through it. But I will ambush near here , You need to keep someone on guard at night, and if there is any situation, fire a warning shot, and I will come as soon as I hear the gunshot."

They discussed a few more details for a while, and then they settled the matter.Fantine and others frightenedly pretended to be going about their daily activities, turned off the lights and went to sleep.Jean Valjean stood guard on the porch with his rifle, while Coronne sat with Javert in the dark kitchen with her pistol.

From the kitchen window, you can see the surrounding wall outside, and not far from the door is the back door of the house.The curtains were not drawn, and the light and moonlight from outside shone in dimly. It was not very bright, but after getting used to it, the outlines of the surroundings could be seen clearly.Javert put his pistol/gun on his lap, sat on a chair, and looked out of the window patiently, without moving, like a beast that is patiently ambushing its prey.But to Corona, who was not a prey, he just felt like a sculpture.

She drew a sketch of him in her heart for a while, feeling a little sleepy.In order to relieve her sleepiness, she randomly found a topic. "It's been a long time since I met you at Montreuil, and only once or twice at that time. You still recognize me." No sound could be heard two steps away.But in this silent night, it was enough for Javert next to him to hear clearly.

"In my line of work, of course I have to remember other people's appearance." Javert stared out of the window and replied without giving her a look.

"Speaking of Montreuil, there is something I have been meaning to ask you."

Although Javert was obviously not interested in chatting, out of basic politeness, he hummed.

"I have heard that Monsieur Jean, during the time he was mayor under the pseudonym M. Madeleine, was loved by the whole town. You are the only one who writes to the Paris police to expose him as a convict?"

At last Javert was willing to give her a brief glance. "That's right." He replied in a nonchalant voice.

"I think this at least shows that you don't like him that much. But I also heard that when the true identity of Mayor Madeleine was revealed and everyone despised and spurned him, you stood up to speak for him and thought he Now that he has been pardoned, all past crimes have nothing to do with his current mayor.—I really don’t understand, why do you want to do this?”

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