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in the face of this new phase； saw no inconvenience in waiting a while longer。
Who knows whether some chance would not arise which would deliver him from the horrible alternative of allowing Ursule's father to perish； or of destroying the colonel's saviour？
A herculean struggle had begun。
With one blow full in the chest； M。 Leblanc had sent the old man tumbling； rolling in the middle of the room； then with two backward sweeps of his hand he had overthrown two more assailants； and he held one under each of his knees； the wretches were rattling in the throat beneath this pressure as under a granite millstone； but the other four had seized the formidable old man by both arms and the back of his neck； and were holding him doubled up over the two 〃chimney…builders〃 on the floor。
Thus； the master of some and mastered by the rest； crushing those beneath him and stifling under those on top of him； endeavoring in vain to shake off all the efforts which were heaped upon him； M。 Leblanc disappeared under the horrible group of ruffians like the wild boar beneath a howling pile of dogs and hounds。
They succeeded in overthrowing him upon the bed nearest the window； and there they held him in awe。
The Thenardier woman had not released her clutch on his hair。
〃Don't you mix yourself up in this affair；〃 said Thenardier。 〃You'll tear your shawl。〃
The Thenardier obeyed； as the female wolf obeys the male wolf； with a growl。
〃Now；〃 said Thenardier； 〃search him； you other fellows！〃
M。 Leblanc seemed to have renounced the idea of resistance。
They searched him。
He had nothing on his person except a leather purse containing six francs； and his handkerchief。
Thenardier put the handkerchief into his own pocket。
〃What！
No pocket…book？〃 he demanded。
〃No； nor watch；〃 replied one of the 〃chimney…builders。〃
〃Never mind；〃 murmured the masked man who carried the big key； in the voice of a ventriloquist； 〃he's a tough old fellow。〃
Thenardier went to the corner near the door； picked up a bundle of ropes and threw them at the men。
〃Tie him to the leg of the bed；〃 said he。
And； catching sight of the old man who had been stretched across the room by the blow from M。 Leblanc's fist； and who made no movement； he added：
〃Is Boulatruelle dead？〃
〃No；〃 replied Bigrenaille； 〃he's drunk。〃
〃Sweep him into a corner；〃 said Thenardier。
Two of the 〃chimney…builders〃 pushed the drunken man into the corner near the heap of old iron with their feet。
〃Babet；〃 said Thenardier in a low tone to the man with the cudgel； 〃why did you bring so many； they were not needed。〃
〃What can you do？〃 replied the man with the cudgel； 〃they all wanted to be in it。
This is a bad season。
There's no business going on。〃
The pallet on which M。 Leblanc had been thrown was a sort of hospital bed； elevated on four coarse wooden legs； roughly hewn。
M。 Leblanc let them take their own course。
The ruffians bound him securely； in an upright attitude； with his feet on the ground at the head of the bed； the end which was most remote from the window； and nearest to the fireplace。
When the last knot had been tied； Thenardier took a chair and seated himself almost facing M。 Leblanc。
Thenardier no longer looked like himself； in the course of a few moments his face had passed from unbridled violence to tranquil and cunning sweetness。
Marius found it difficult to recognize in that polished smile of a man in official life the almost bestial mouth which had been foaming but a moment before； he gazed with amazement on that fantastic and alarming metamorphosis； and he felt as a man might feel who should behold a tiger converted into a lawyer。
〃Monsieur〃 said Thenardier。
And dismissing with a gesture the ruffians who still kept their hands on M。 Leblanc：
〃Stand off a little； and let me have a talk with the gentleman。〃
All retired towards the door。
He went on：
〃Monsieur； you did wrong to try to jump out of the window。 You might have broken your leg。
Now； if you will permit me； we will converse quietly。
In the first place； I must municate to you an observation which I have made which is； that you have not uttered the faintest cry。〃
Thenardier was right； this detail was correct； although it had escaped Marius in his agitation。
M。 Leblanc had barely pronounced a few words； without raising his voice； and even during his struggle with the six ruffians near the window he had preserved the most profound and singular silence。
Thenardier continued：
〃Mon Dieu！
You might have shouted ‘stop thief' a bit； and I should not have thought it improper。
‘Murder！' That； too； is said occasionally； and； so far as I am concerned； I should not have taken it in bad part。
It is very natural that you should make a little row when you find yourself with persons who don't inspire you with sufficient confidence。
You might have done that； and no one would have troubled you on that account。
You would not even have been gagged。
And I will tell you why。
This room is very private。 That's its only remendation； but it has that in its favor。 You might fire off a mortar and it would produce about as much noise at the nearest police station as the snores of a drunken man。 Here a cannon would make a boum； and the thunder would make a pouf。 It's a handy lodging。
But； in short； you did not shout； and it is better so。
I present you my pliments； and I will tell you the conclusion that I draw from that fact：
My dear sir； when a man shouts； who es？
The police。
And after the police？ Justice。
Well！
You have not made an outcry； that is because you don't care to have the police and the courts e in any more than we do。 It is because；I have long suspected it；you have some interest in hiding something。
On our side we have the same interest。 So we can e to an understanding。〃
As he spoke thus； it seemed as though Thenardier； who kept his eyes fixed on M。 Leblanc； were trying to plunge the sharp points which darted from the pupils into the very conscience of his prisoner。 More