In the beginning of November I sold shares for fifty thousand francs to a man named Gamier, living in the Rue du Mail, giving up to him a third part of the materials in my warehouse, and accepting a manager chosen by him and paid by the company.  Three days after signing the deed I received the money; but in the night the doctor, my warehouseman, emptied the till and absconded.  I have always thought that this robbery could not have been effected without the connivance of the painter.  This loss was a serious blow to me, as my affairs were getting into an embroiled condition; and, for a finishing touch to my misfortunes, Gamier had me served with a summons to repay him the fifty thousand francs.  My answer was that I was not liable, that his manager had been appointed, the agreement and sale of the shares was valid, and that he being one of the company would have to share in the loss.  As he persisted in his claim, I was advised to go to law, but Gamier declared the agreement null and void, accusing me in an indirect manner of having appropriated the money which I had said was stolen.  I would willingly have given him a good thrashing, but he was an old man, and that course would not have mended matters, so I kept my temper.  The merchant who had given surety for the doctor was not to be found; he had become bankrupt.  Garnier had all my stock seized, and sequestrated my horses, carriages, and all my private property.

While these troubles were harassing me, I dismissed all my work-girls, who had always been a great expense, and replaced them with workmen and some of my servants.  The painter still retained his position, which was an assured one, as he always paid himself out of the sales.

My attorney was an honest man—­a rare bird amongst lawyers—­but my counsel, who kept telling me that the case would soon be decided, was a rascal.  While the decision was pending, Garnier served me with a writ to pay the sum claimed.  I took it to my counsel, who promised to appeal the same day, which he did not do, while he appropriated to his own use the money assigned by me for the costs of an action which, if there had been justice in France, I should certainly have gained.  Two other summonses were issued against me, and before I knew what was going on a warrant was issued for my arrest.  I was seized at eight o’clock in the morning, as I was driving along the Rue St. Denis.  The sergeant of police sat beside me, a second got up beside the coachman, and a third stationed himself at the back of the coach, and in this state we drove to Fort l’Eveque.

As soon as the police had handed me over to the gaoler, he informed me that by payment of the fifty thousand francs, or by giving good bail, I might instantly regain my freedom.

“For the moment,” said I, “I can neither command money nor bail.”

“Very good, then you will stay in prison.”

The gaoler took me to a decent-looking room, and I told him I had only been served with one writ.