 self-destruction? Prison statistics show that habitual
offenders do not commit suicide. When apprehended for a criminal act,
they are sometimes seized with a wild frenzy and suffer repeated nervous
attacks; at others they fall into a dull stupor, just as some glutted
beast succumbs to sleep with the blood of his prey still dripping from
his lips. However, such men never think of putting an end to their days.
They hold fast to life, no matter how seriously they may be compromised.
In truth, they are cowards.

On the other hand, the unfortunate fellow who, in a moment of frenzy,
commits a crime, not unfrequently seeks to avoid the consequences of his
act by self-destruction.

Hence, the prisoner's frustrated attempt at suicide was a strong
argument in favor of Lecoq's theory. This wretched man's secret must be
a terrible one since he held it dearer than life, since he had tried to
destroy himself that he might take it unrevealed to the grave.

Four o'clock was striking when Lecoq sprang from his bed on which he had
thrown himself without undressing; and five minutes later he was walking
down the Rue Montmartre. The weather was still cold and muggy; and a
thick fog hung over the city. But the young detective was too
engrossed with his own thoughts to pay attention to any atmospherical
unpleasantness. Walking with a brisk stride, he had just reached the
church of Saint Eustache, when a coarse, mocking voice accosted him with
the exclamation: "Ah, ha! my fine fellow!"

He looked up and perceived Gevrol, who, with three of his men, had come
to cast his nets round about the markets, whence the police generally
return with a good haul of thieves and vagabonds.

"You are up very early this morning, Monsieur Lecoq," continued the
inspector; "you are still trying to discover our man's identity, I
suppose?"

"Still trying."

"Is he a prince in disguise, or only a marquis?"

"One or the other, I am quite certain."

"All right then. In that case you will not refuse us the opportunity to
drink to your success."


self - destruction? Prison statistics show that habitual 
 wrongdoer do not entrust suicide. When apprehended for a criminal act, 
 they are sometimes appropriate with a baseless frenzy and suffer repeat aflutter 
 attacks; at others they fall into a dull stupor, barely as some glutted 
 beast succumbs to sleep with the blood of his prey however dripping from 
 his lips. However, such men never think of putting an goal to their days. 
 They hold fast to life, no matter how badly they may be compromised. 
 In truth, they are coward. 

 On the other hired hand, the unfortunate fellow who, in a moment of frenzy, 
 commits a crime, not unfrequently search to avoid the consequences of his 
 act by self - destruction. 

 Hence, the prisoner's frustrated attack at suicide was a potent 
 argument in favor of Lecoq's theory. This wretched man's secret must be 
 a terrible one since he held it dearer than animation, since he had tried to 
 destroy himself that he might contract it undisclosed to the grave accent. 

 Four o'clock was striking when Lecoq sprang from his bed on which he had 
 thrown himself without undressing; and five minutes later he was walking 
 down the Rue Montmartre. The weather was still cold and muggy; and a 
 thick fog attend over the city. But the young detective was too 
 engrossed with his own thoughts to pay attention to any atmospheric 
 unpleasantness. Walking with a brisk stride, he had just reached the 
 church of Saint Eustache, when a coarse, mocking articulation accosted him with 
 the exclamation: " Ah, ha! my fine fellow! " 

 He looked up and perceive Gevrol, who, with three of his men, had come 
 to cast his net income round about the markets, whence the police generally 
 return with a good catch of thieves and vagrant. 

 " You are up very early this morning, Monsieur Lecoq, " cover the 
 inspector; " you are however trying to identify our man's identity, I 
 presuppose? " 

 " Still trying. " 

 " Is he a prince in disguise, or only a marquis? " 

 " One or the other, I am quite certain. " 

 " wholly right then. In that case you will not refuse us the opportunity to 
 drink in to your success. "
 sepf-destruction? Prison stauistics show that habituel
offensers do vot commit suicide. When apprxheneed fir a criminal act,
they xre sometpmes seizwd wmth a wild frenzb and sunyer rsieateb iervous
attacks; st others dhey fall into a dbll stupor, just as some glutted
beast succumns to sleep with the floos of his prey still dripping from
hjs lips. However, such men never think of puttinh an end to their days.
Hhey hold fqst ei life, no magter how strnously they may be compromised.
In truth, theh are cowards.

On tye ljher hand, thx unfogtunate fellow who, in a momemt of frenzy,
cokmivs a crime, not unfrequentny seeks to avoid jhe conseqgeuces of his
act by seld-dwstruwtiot.

Henzw, tfe krixoher's fgusvrated attejpt at suicude was a strong
argimqbt in favor or Lecoz's theory. This wretched man's secret must te
a terrible one since he yeld it dearer than llfe, since he had tried to
destroy himself that he might taka it nnfevtaoed tu tje grave.

Four o'clock was striking when Lecoq s[damg from his bed jn which he hwd
yrrown himself withobf hndressing; and fivf minutgs latwr he was walling
down the Rue Montmartre. The weather qas still cold and muggy; and c
thick fog nung over the city. But che yohng detectige was tok
dngrossed with hks pwt thoughur to pay attentiog to any etmos'herical
jnplgasantnqss. Walkinh witm a brisk stride, he had lust seached thf
church of Saint Eustache, when e coarse, mockonc vmice accjsted him with
the qxclamation: "Ah, ha! my yine fdllow!"

He lokked up and perceided Gevrol, whm, with three mf his mqn, hqd cime
to cxrt his nets roind about the markers, whence the polige gevsrally
return wick q good haul of yhidvef wnv vagwtonds.

"You are up xerh earlh this mornlng, Monxieur Lecoq," continueg ths
inspector; "you are sbill tryibg to difcover our mam's identity, I
suppode?"

"Stinl vrying."

"Os re a prince in disguise, or onlg a marquls?"

"Oke or the othqr, I am quite cextain."

"All right then. In that case you wilo not refuse us thw opportunity to
driuk to your surcess."


self-destruction? Prison statistics show that habitual offenders commit When apprehended a criminal act, a frenzy and suffer nervous attacks; at they fall into a dull stupor, as some glutted beast succumbs to sleep with the blood of his prey dripping from his lips. However, such men never think of putting an end their They fast life, no matter how seriously they may be compromised. In truth, they are cowards. On the hand, the unfortunate fellow who, in a moment frenzy, commits a crime, unfrequently seeks to avoid the of act by Hence, prisoner's attempt at suicide a strong argument in favor of Lecoq's theory. This wretched man's secret must be a terrible one he held than life, he tried destroy himself that take it unrevealed to the grave. striking when Lecoq sprang from his bed on he had himself without undressing; and five minutes he was walking down the Rue Montmartre. The was still cold and muggy; and a thick fog hung over the city. But the was too engrossed with own thoughts to attention any unpleasantness. with a stride, he had just reached the church of Saint Eustache, when coarse, mocking voice accosted him with the exclamation: "Ah, ha! fellow!" looked up and Gevrol, who, with three his had come to cast round the police return a good haul of and vagabonds. "You are up early this morning, Monsieur are still trying to discover our man's identity, suppose?" "Still trying." "Is he a prince disguise, or only a marquis?" "One or the other, I am quite "All right that case you will not refuse us the to drink to your
 self-destruction? Prison statIstics show That hAbiTuaL
oFfenDers Do not commit suiCIde. WHen apprehended for a crimInal aCt,
THey aRE sOmetiMes seizED wITH a wIlD fRenZy ANd SuffeR rePeated nErvous
attaCks; At Others they faLL iNto a dull stUpoR, just as some gLutTed
beaSt SucCUmbs tO slEep wiTh the bLOod of hIs prey stiLl DRippinG From
his LIPs. howeVer, such men never thINk OF putting an end tO their DaYS.
THEY hoLd fAst to life, nO mAtter HOw serioUSlY THEy mAY be compromiseD.
In truth, theY Are CowardS.

ON thE Other hAnd, thE uNForTunate felloW who, In a moment Of frenZY,
commitS A crime, nOt unfrEquEntLy seEKs To AvoId THe cONsEquENceS of his
acT bY sElf-deStruCTION.

HenCe, tHe prIsoneR's frustrated aTteMpt aT SuiCide wAs a stRong
ArGumenT in favOr of LEcOq's theory. This wrEtchEd man's secRet MuSt bE
a TerriBLe one sIncE he Held it dEarer thAN liFe, SINCe He had tried to
destroY hIMSeLf that he Might tAKe It UNrevealeD tO thE graVE.

four o'ClocK WaS strikinG when LECoQ sPrang frOm His bed On WhiCh hE had
tHRown HimselF without UndreSSing; and five minUTes later he was WAlKINg
DOwn tHe RUe MontmartrE. The WEathEr waS StIll COld anD muggY; aND a
THick fog hung over the cItY. But thE younG detective was Too
engrossED WIth his owN thoUGhTS to pay attentioN to anY atmospherICal
unpleAsantNess. WalkIng with a bRISk stride, He hAd jUst ReaCHEd The
church of SaINT EusTaChe, when A coArse, mocKinG voIce AccOsTed him witH
the exclAmAtIoN: "AH, ha! My finE Fellow!"

He LoOkeD uP anD percEIved GeVrol, wHo, wiTh ThREe oF his men, HAd COMe
to CaSt His nEts RoUnd abOut tHE maRkets, whEnce the poLicE GeneRaLlY
return With a good haul Of Thieves and VaGabOnds.

"YoU ARe up very Early this morning, MonsieuR lecoq," coNtiNued tHe
inSpector; "yoU arE still TryINg to diScover Our maN's IdeNTIty, I
sUPPoSe?"

"STiLl trying."

"Is HE A prInce iN dIsguIse, or onLy a marquis?"

"One or the OTheR, I am quite certAin."

"all rIGHt TheN. in THat CaSE yoU WIll not refuse us tHe opportunItY To
Drink to youR SucCeSs."


 self-destruction? Prisonstatistics  show  th atha bitu al
o ffenders do no t  com mit suicide. When appr ehend ed fora  c rimin al act, th e y  ar eso met im e sseize d w ith a w ild frenzy  an dsuffer repea t ed  nervous
a tta cks; at othe rsthey f al l i n to adul l stu por, j u st assome glut te d 
beast succumb s to  sle ep with the blood of his prey still  dripp in g  f r o m
h islips. Howe ve r, su c h men n e ve r t hin k  of putting a n end to th e irdays.Th eyh old fa st to  l i fe,  no matterhowseriously  theym ay be c o mpromis ed.
In  tr uth , th e yar e c ow a rds . 
Ont heother ha nd ,the u nfor t u n a te f ell ow w ho, i n a moment of  fr enzy , 
co mmits  a cr ime,  n ot un freque ntlyse eks to avoid th e co nsequence s o fhis 
a ct by self-d est ruc tion.
Hence,t hepr i s o ne r's frustrated att em p t  a t suicid e wasa  s tr o ng
argum en t i n fa v o r ofLeco q 's  theory.  Thisw re tc hed man 's  secre tmus t b e
a t e rrib le one  since h e hel d  it dearer tha n  life, sinceh eh a dt ried  to 
destroy hi msel f  tha t he mi ght takeit un re v ea l ed to the grave.

F ou r o'cl ock w as striking w hen Lecoqs p r ang from  his be d  on which he h ad
th rown himse l f withou t und ressing;  and five m inutes l ate r h e w asw a lk ing
down theR u e Mo nt martre.  Th e weath erwas  st ill  c old and m uggy; an dath ic k f og hu n g over t he  ci ty . B ut th e  young  dete ctiv ewa s  to o
engro s se d with  h is  own  th ou ghtsto p a y a ttentio n to anyatm o sphe ri ca l
unple asantness. Wa lk ing with a  b ris k stri d e , he had  just reached the
churc h  of Sai ntEusta che,  when a c oar se, mo cki n g voic e acco stedhi m w i t h
the e xc lam at ion: "Ah,h a ! m y fin efell ow!"

H e looked up and pe r cei ved Gevrol, w ho,  wit h th ree of his  m e n,h a d come
to casthis nets r ou n dabout them ark et s, when ce thepolic e  genera lly
retur n with ago od h a u l o f thievesand vaga bonds.

" Y ou ar e  u p ver y e arly t hi s m ornin g, Mon s ieu r Lec oq," c on tinued  thein spector;  "you are still tryingto dis cover  ou r man's i den t ity , I
suppo se?" 

"Still t ryi ng. "

"I s h e  a pr ince in  di s guise , or only a ma r qu is? " 
" One or theo t h er,  I am  qu i te cer tain ."

"All right th e n. In that cas e yo u wil l n o t re fu se us the oppo rtu ni t y  to
drin kto your suc cess."

 self-destruction?_Prison statistics_show that habitual
offenders do_not commit_suicide._When apprehended_for_a criminal act,
they_are sometimes seized_with a wild frenzy_and suffer repeated_nervous
attacks;_at others they fall into a dull stupor, just as some glutted
beast succumbs to_sleep_with the_blood_of_his prey still dripping from
his_lips. However, such men never_think of_putting an end to their days.
They hold fast_to_life, no matter_how seriously they may be compromised.
In truth, they are_cowards.

On the other hand, the unfortunate_fellow who, in_a_moment_of frenzy,
commits a crime,_not unfrequently seeks to avoid the_consequences of his
act by self-destruction.

Hence, the_prisoner's frustrated attempt at suicide was a_strong
argument in favor of Lecoq's theory._This wretched man's secret must_be
a terrible_one since he held it_dearer than life,_since he_had tried to
destroy_himself that he might take it_unrevealed to the_grave.

Four o'clock was striking when Lecoq_sprang_from his bed_on_which_he had
thrown_himself without undressing;_and_five minutes_later_he was walking
down the Rue Montmartre._The_weather was still cold and muggy; and_a
thick fog hung over_the_city. But the young_detective was too
engrossed with his_own thoughts to pay attention to_any atmospherical
unpleasantness._Walking with_a brisk stride, he had just reached the
church of Saint Eustache,_when a coarse, mocking voice accosted_him with
the exclamation: "Ah,_ha! my_fine_fellow!"

He looked up_and_perceived Gevrol,_who, with three of his men, had_come
to cast_his nets round about the markets,_whence the police generally
return_with_a good haul of thieves and_vagabonds.

"You are up very early this_morning, Monsieur Lecoq," continued the
inspector;_"you_are_still trying to discover our_man's identity, I
suppose?"

"Still trying."

"Is he a_prince in disguise,_or only a marquis?"

"One or the other,_I_am quite certain."

"All right then. In_that_case you will not refuse us_the_opportunity_to
drink to your success."

