The inspector moved over on the rickety bench, making room for the French gentleman to sit down beside him. Though this man was many years older than the inspector, he still had a fire in his eyes that was almost unnerving.

"Good evening, Citizen."

"Oh, so you do know me, Inspector?"

"I have seen you before, and heard of some of the work you did in the Revolution. You know of me?"

"Indeed, Inspector. I have followed your career with interest. Though I must say, I was not expecting to find you in such plain clothing."

"Ah, yes. Well, perhaps you've heard the rumors that another revolution is coming? I am helping to ensure that it doesn't. It would appear, my friend, that we have found ourselves on different ends of the law."

"Well, Inspector, that may be so. Yet I would venture that we are much more alike than it would first appear."

"And how is that, Citizen? You supported a revolution, I am quenching one."

"I am not speaking of Revolutions. I speak of something you want much more than that, if my understanding of your career has been accurate. I understand your greatest passion and defeat, my dear Inspector."

"Indeed? You say you understand me. Tell me, then, do you know what it is to chase a phantom? Have you felt the unending frustration of dedicating yourself to finding one man who constantly eludes you? Can you say that you know that pain, Citizen Chauvelin?"

"Inspector Javert, you have no idea."