You have been in the galleys of Toulon；it was twenty years ago；we were there together.'Champmathieu denies it.
Parbleu！
You understand.
The case is investigated.
The thing was well ventilated for me.
This is what they discovered：
This Champmathieu had been，thirty years ago，a pruner of trees in various localities，notably at Faverolles.There all trace of him was lost.
A long time afterwards he was seen again in Auvergne；then in Paris，where he is said to have been a wheelwright，and to have had a daughter，who was a laundress；but that has not been proved.
Now，before going to the galleys for theft，what was Jean Valjean？
A pruner of trees.
Where？
At Faverolles.Another fact.
This Valjean's Christian name was Jean，and his mother's surname was Mathieu.
What more natural to suppose than that，on emerging from the galleys，he should have taken his mother's name for the purpose of concealing himself，and have called himself Jean Mathieu？
He goes to Auvergne.
The local pronunciation turns Jean into Chan——he is called Chan Mathieu.
Our man offers no opposition，and behold him transformed into Champmathieu.
You follow me，do you not？
Inquiries were made at Faverolles.
The family of Jean Valjean is no longer there.
It is not known where they have gone.You know that among those classes a family often disappears.Search was made，and nothing was found.
When such people are not mud，they are dust.
And then，as the beginning of the story dates thirty years back，there is no longer any one at Faverolles who knew Jean Valjean.
Inquiries were made at Toulon.
Besides Brevet，there are only two convicts in existence who have seen Jean Valjean；they are Cochepaille and Chenildieu，and are sentenced for life.They are taken from the galleys and confronted with the pretended Champmathieu.
They do not hesitate；he is Jean Valjean for them as well as for Brevet.
The same age，——he is fifty-four，——the same height，the same air，the same man；in short，it is he.It was precisely at this moment that I forwarded my denunciation to the Prefecture in Paris.
I was told that I had lost my reason，and that Jean Valjean is at Arras，in the power of the authorities.You can imagine whether this surprised me，when I thought that I had that same Jean Valjean here.
I write to the examining judge；he sends for me；Champmathieu is conducted to me——'
[4]An ex-convict.
'Well？'interposed M.Madeleine.
Javert replied，his face incorruptible，and as melancholy as ever：——
'Mr.Mayor，the truth is the truth.
I am sorry；but that man is Jean Valjean.
I recognized him also.'
M.Madeleine resumed in，a very low voice：——
'You are sure？'
Javert began to laugh，with that mournful laugh which comes from profound conviction.
'O！
Sure！'
He stood there thoughtfully for a moment，mechanically taking pinches of powdered wood for blotting ink from the wooden bowl which stood on the table，and he added：——
'And even now that I have seen the real Jean Valjean，I do not see how I could have thought otherwise.
I beg your pardon，Mr.Mayor.'
Javert，as he addressed these grave and supplicating words to the man，who six weeks before had humiliated him in the presence of the whole station-house，and bade him'leave the room，'——Javert，that haughty man，was unconsciously full of simplicity and dignity，——M.Madeleine made no other reply to his prayer than the abrupt question：——
'And what does this man say？'
'Ah！
Indeed，Mr.Mayor，it's a bad business.
If he is Jean Valjean，he has his previous conviction against him.
To climb a wall，to break a branch，to purloin apples，is a mischievous trick in a child；for a man it is a misdemeanor；for a convict it is a crime.Robbing and housebreaking——it is all there.
It is no longer a question of correctional police；it is a matter for the Court of Assizes.It is no longer a matter of a few days in prison；it is the galleys for life.
And then，there is the affair with the little Savoyard，who will return，I hope.
The deuce！there is plenty to dispute in the matter，is there not？
Yes，for any one but Jean Valjean.But Jean Valjean is a sly dog.
That is the way I recognized him.Any other man would have felt that things were getting hot for him；he would struggle，he would cry out——the kettle sings before the fire；he would not be Jean Valjean，et cetera.
But he has not the appearance of understanding；he says，I am Champmathieu，and I won't depart from that！'
He has an astonished air，he pretends to be stupid；it is far better.
Oh！the rogue is clever！
But it makes no difference.The proofs are there.
He has been recognized by four persons；the old scamp will be condemned.
The case has been taken to the Assizes at Arras.
I shall go there to give my testimony.
I have been summoned.'
M.Madeleine had turned to his desk again，and taken up his docket，and was turning over the leaves tranquilly，reading and writing by turns，like a busy man.
He turned to Javert：——
'That will do，Javert.
In truth，all these details interest me but little.
We are wasting our time，and we have pressing business on hand.
Javert，you will betake yourself at once to the house of the woman Buseaupied，who sells herbs at the corner of the Rue Saint-Saulve.You will tell her that she must enter her complaint against carter Pierre Chesnelong.
The man is a brute，who came near crushing this woman and her child.
He must be punished.
You will then go to M.Charcellay，Rue Montre-de-Champigny.He complained that there is a gutter on the adjoining house which discharges rain-water on his premises，and is undermining the foundations of his house.After that，you will verify the infractions of police regulations which have been reported to me in the Rue Guibourg，at Widow Doris's，and Rue du Garraud-Blanc，at Madame Renee le Bosse's，and you will prepare documents.
But I am giving you a great deal of work.Are you not to be absent？
Did you not tell me that you were going to Arras on that matter in a week or ten days？'
'Sooner than that，Mr.Mayor.'
'On what day，then？'
