“You are a police spy?”

“I am an agent of the authorities.”

“And your name?”

“Javert.”

Enjolras made a sign to the four men. In the twinkling of an eye, before Javert had time to turn round, he was collared, thrown down, pinioned and searched.

They found on him a little round card pasted between two pieces of glass, and bearing on one side the arms of France, engraved, and with this motto: “Supervision and vigilance,” and on the other this note: “Javert, inspector of police, aged fifty-two,” and the signature of the Prefect of Police of that day, M. Gisquet.