"Inspector of the 1st class.
"The Post of the Place du Chatelet. "June 7th, 1832, about one o''clock in the morning."
Javert dried the fresh ink on the paper, folded it like a letter, sealed it, wrote on the back:
Note for the administration, left it on the table, and quitted the post.
The glazed and grated door fell to behind him.
Again he traversed the Place du Chatelet diagonally, regained the quay, and returned with automatic precision to the very point which he had abandoned a quarter of an hour previously, leaned on his elbows and found himself again in the same attitude on the same paving-stone of the parapet.
He did not appear to have stirred.
The darkness was complete.
It was the sepulchral moment which follows midnight.
A ceiling of clouds concealed the stars.
Not a single light burned in the houses of the city; no one was passing; all of the streets and quays which could be seen were deserted; Notre-Dame and the towers of the Court-House seemed features of the night.
A street lantern reddened the margin of the quay. The outlines of the bridges lay shapeless in the mist one behind the other.
Recent rains had swollen the river.
The spot where Javert was leaning was, it will be remembered, situated precisely over the rapids of the Seine, perpendicularly above that formidable spiral of whirlpools which loose and knot themselves again like an endless screw.