However； they no longer walked very fast。
Cosette's pace retarded Jean Valjean's。
He took her up and carried her again。
Cosette laid her head on the shoulder of the good man and said not a word。
He turned round from time to time and looked behind him。 He took care to keep always on the dark side of the street。 The street was straight in his rear。
The first two or three times that he turned round he saw nothing； the silence was profound； and he continued his march somewhat reassured。
All at once； on turning round； he thought he perceived in the portion of the street which he had just passed through； far off in the obscurity； something which was moving。
He rushed forward precipitately rather than walked； hoping to find some side…street； to make his escape through it； and thus to break his scent once more。
He arrived at a wall。
This wall； however； did not absolutely prevent further progress； it was a wall which bordered a transverse street； in which the one he had taken ended。
Here again； he was obliged to e to a decision； should he go to the right or to the left。
He glanced to the right。
The fragmentary lane was prolonged between buildings which were either sheds or barns； then ended at a blind alley。
The extremity of the cul…de…sac was distinctly visible； a lofty white wall。
He glanced to the left。
On that side the lane was open； and about two hundred paces further on； ran into a street of which it was the affluent。
On that side lay safety。
At the moment when Jean Valjean was meditating a turn to the left； in an effort to reach the street which he saw at the end of the lane； he perceived a sort of motionless； black statue at the corner of the lane and the street towards which he was on the point of directing his steps。
It was some one； a man； who had evidently just been posted there； and who was barring the passage and waiting。
Jean Valjean recoiled。
The point of Paris where Jean Valjean found himself； situated between the Faubourg Saint…Antoine and la Rapee； is one of those which recent improvements have transformed from top to bottom； resulting in disfigurement according to some； and in a transfiguration according to others。
The market…gardens； the timber…yards； and the old buildings have been effaced。
To…day； there are brand…new； wide streets； arenas； circuses； hippodromes； railway stations； and a prison； Mazas； there； progress； as the reader sees； with its antidote。
Half a century ago； in that ordinary； popular tongue； which is all pounded of traditions； which persists in calling the Institut les Quatre…Nations； and the Opera…ique Feydeau； the precise spot whither Jean Valjean had arrived was called le Petit Picpus。 The Porte Saint…Jacques； the Porte Paris； the Barriere des Sergents； the Porcherons； la Galiote； les Celestins； les Capucins； le Mail； la Bourbe； l'Arbre de Cracovie； la Petite…Polognethese are the names of old Paris which survive amid the new。
The memory of the populace hovers over these relics of the past。
Le Petit…Picpus； which； moreover； hardly ever had any existence； and never was more than the outline of a quarter； had nearly the monkish aspect of a Spanish town。
The roads were not much paved； the streets were not much built up。
With the exception of the two or three streets； of which we shall presently speak； all was wall and solitude there。
Not a shop； not a vehicle； hardly a candle lighted here and there in the windows； all lights extinguished after ten o'clock。 Gardens； convents； timber…yards； marshes； occasional lowly dwellings and great walls as high as the houses。
Such was this quarter in the last century。
The Revolution snubbed it soundly。
The republican government demolished and cut through it。 Rubbish shoots were established there。
Thirty years ago； this quarter was disappearing under the erasing process of new buildings。 To…day； it has been utterly blotted out。
The Petit…Picpus； of which no existing plan has preserved a trace； is indicated with sufficient clearness in the plan of 1727； published at Paris by Denis Thierry； Rue Saint…Jacques； opposite the Rue du Platre； and at Lyons； by Jean Girin； Rue Merciere； at the sign of Prudence。 Petit…Picpus had； as we have just mentioned； a Y of streets； formed by the Rue du Chemin…Vert…Saint…Antoine； which spread out in two branches； taking on the left the name of Little Picpus Street； and on the right the name of the Rue Polonceau。 The two limbs of the Y were connected at the apex as by a bar； this bar was called Rue Droit…Mur。 The Rue Polonceau ended there； Rue Petit…Picpus passed on； and ascended towards the Lenoir market。 A person ing from the Seine reached the extremity of the Rue Polonceau； and had on his right the Rue Droit…Mur； turning abruptly at a right angle； in front of him the wall of that street； and on his right a truncated prolongation of the Rue Droit…Mur； which had no issue and was called the Cul…de…Sac Genrot。
It was here that Jean Valjean stood。
As we have just said； on catching sight of that black silhouette standing on guard at the angle of the Rue Droit…Mur and the Rue Petit…Picpus； he recoiled。
There could be no doubt of it。 That phantom was lying in wait for him。
What was he to do？
The time for retreating was passed。
That which he had perceived in movement an instant before； in the distant darkness； was Javert and his squad without a doubt。
Javert was probably already at the mencement of the street at whose end Jean Valjean stood。 Javert； to all appearances； was acquainted with this little labyrinth； and had taken his precautions by sending one of his men to guard the exit。
These surmises； which so closely resembled proofs； whirled suddenly； like a handful of dust caught up by an unexpected gust of wind； through Jean Valjean's mournful brain。 He examined the Cul…de…Sac Genrot； there he was cut off。 He examined the Rue Petit…Picpus； there stood a sentinel。
He saw that black form standing out in relief against the white pavement； illuminated by the moon； to advance was to fall into this man's hands； to retreat was to fling himself into Javert's arms。
Jean Valjean felt himself caught； as in a net； which was slowly contracting； he gazed heavenward in despair。
BOOK FIFTH。FOR A BLACK HUNT； A MUTE PACK
CHAPTER IV
THE GROPINGS OF FLIGHT
In order to understand what follows； it is requisite to form an exact idea of the Droit…Mur lane； and； in particular； of the angle which one leaves on the left when one emerges from the Rue Polonceau into this lane。
Droit…Mur lane was almost entirely bordered on the right； as far as the Rue Petit…Picpus； by houses of mean aspect； on the left by a solitary building of severe outlines； posed of numerous parts which grew gradually higher by a story or two as they approached the Rue Petit…Picpus side； so that this building； which was very lofty on the Rue Petit…Picpus side； was tolerably low on the side adjoining the Rue Polonceau。
There； at the angle of which we have spoken； it descended to such a degree that it consisted of merely a wall。
This wall did not abut directly on the Street； it formed a deeply retreating niche； concealed by its two corners
from two observers who might have been； one in the Rue Polonceau； the other in the Rue Droit…Mur。
Beginning with these angles of the niche； the wall extended along the Rue Polonceau as far as a house which bore the number 49； and along the Rue Droit…Mur； where the fragment was much shorter； as far as the gloomy building which we have mentioned and whose gable it intersected； thus forming another retreating angle in the street。 This gable was sombre of aspect； only one window was visible； or； to speak more correctly； two shutters covered with a sheet of zinc and kept constantly closed。
The state of the places of which we are here giving a description is rigorously exact； and will certainly awaken a very precise memory in the mind of old inhabitants of the quarter。
The niche was entirely filled by a thing which resembled a colossal and wretched door； it was a vast； formless assemblage of perpendicular planks； the upper ones being broader than the lower； bound together by long transverse strips of iron。 At one side there was a carriage gate of the ordinary dimensions； and which had evidently not been cut more than fifty years previously。
A linden…tree showed its crest above the niche； and the wall was covered with ivy on the side of the Rue Polonceau。
In the imminent peril in which Jean Valjean found himself； this sombre building had about it a solitary and uninhabited look which tempted him。
He ran his eyes rapidly over it； he said to himself； that if he could contrive to get inside it； he might save himself。 First he conceived an idea； then a hope。
In the central portion of the front of this building； on the Rue Droit…Mur side； there were at all the windows of the different stories ancient cistern pipes of lead。
The various branches of the pipes which led from one central pipe to all these little basins sketched out a sort of tree on the front。
These ramifications of pipes with their hundred elbows imitated those old leafless vine…stocks which writhe over the fronts of old farm…houses。
This odd espalier； with its branches of lead and iron； was the first thing that struck Jean Valjean。
He seated Cosette with her back against a stone post； with an injunction to be silent； and ran to the spot where the conduit touched the pavement。 Perhaps there was some way of climbing up by it and entering the house。 But the pipe was dilapidated and past service； and hardly hung to its fastenings。
Moreover； all the windows of this silent dwelling were grated with heavy iron bars； even the attic windows in the roof。 And then； the moon fell full upon that facade； and the man who was watching at the corner of the street would have seen Jean Valjean in the act of climbing。
And finally； what was to be done with Cosette？ How was she to be drawn up to the top of a three…story house？
He gave up all idea of climbing by means of the drain…pipe； and crawled along the wall to get back into the Rue Polonceau。
When he reached the slant of the wall where he had left Cosette； he noticed that no one could see him there。
As we have just explained； he was concealed from all eyes； no matter from which direction they were approaching； besides this； he was in the shadow。 Finally； there were two doors； perhaps they might be forced。 The wall above which he saw the linden…tree and the ivy evidently abutted on a garden where he could； at least； hide himself； although there were as yet no leaves on the trees； and spend the remainder of the night。
Time was passing； he must act quickly。
He felt over the carriage door； and immediately recognized the fact that it was impracticable outside and in。
He approached the other door with more hope； it was frightfully decrepit； its very immensity rendered it less solid； the planks were rotten； the iron bandsthere were only three of themwere rusted。
It seemed as though it might be possible to pierce this worm…eaten barrier。
On examining