had the weakness at once to fear Fouche and to think him necessary.  Fouche, whose talents at this trade are too well known to need my approbation, soon discovered this secret institution, and the names of all the subaltern agents employed by the chief agents.  It is difficult to form an idea of the nonsense, absurdity, and falsehood contained in the bulletins drawn up by the noble and ignoble agents of the police.  I do not mean to enter into details on this nauseating subject; and I shall only trespass on the reader’s patience by relating, though it be in anticipation, one fact which concerns myself, and which will prove that spies and their wretched reports cannot be too much distrusted.

During the second year of the Consulate we were established at Malmaison.  Junot had a very large sum at his disposal for the secret police of the capital.  He gave 3000 francs of it to a wretched manufacturer of bulletins; the remainder was expended on the police of his stable and his table.  In reading one of these daily bulletins I saw the following lines: 

“M. de Bourrienne went last night to Paris.  He entered an hotel of the Faubourg St. Germain, Rue de Varenne, and there, in the course of a very animated discussion, he gave it to be understood that the First Consul wished to make himself King.”

As it happens, I never had opened my mouth, either respecting what Bonaparte had said to me before we went to Egypt or respecting his other frequent conversations with me of the same nature, during this period of his Consulship.  I may here observe, too, that I never quitted, nor ever could quit Malmaison for a moment.  At any time, by night or day, I was subject to be called for by the First Consul, and, as very often was the case, it so happened that on the night in question he had dictated to me notes and instructions until three o’clock in the morning.

Junot came every day to Malmaison at eleven o’clock in the morning.  I called him that day into my cabinet, when I happened to be alone.  “Have you not read your bulletin?” said I, “Yes, I have.”—­“Nay, that is impossible.”—­“Why?”—­“Because, if you had, you would have suppressed an absurd story which relates to me.”—­“Ah!” he replied, “I am sorry on your account, but I can depend on my agent, and I will not alter a word of his report.”  I then told him all that had taken place on that night; but he was obstinate, and went away unconvinced.

Every morning I placed all the papers which the First Consul had to read on his table, and among the, first was Junot’s report.  The First Consul entered and read it; on coming to the passage concerning me he began to smile.