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Gendarmes
appeared
behind
them
,
carrying
ropes
,
a
ladder
and
two
oblong
parcels
wrapped
in
oilcloth
.
They
started
down
a
street
that
took
them
round
the
back
of
the
block
of
houses
opposite
the
building
in
which
Grand
lived
.
A
moment
later
,
there
was
a
kind
of
disturbance
in
the
doorways
of
these
houses
,
which
one
felt
rather
than
saw
.
Then
they
waited
.
The
dog
was
not
moving
,
but
was
now
lying
in
a
dark
pool
.
Suddenly
,
from
the
windows
of
the
houses
occupied
by
the
gendarmes
,
there
was
a
burst
of
sub
-
machine
-
gun
fire
.
While
the
firing
was
going
on
the
shutter
,
which
was
still
the
target
,
literally
fell
to
pieces
and
revealed
a
black
surface
on
which
from
where
they
were
standing
Rieux
and
Grand
could
make
nothing
out
.
When
the
firing
stopped
,
another
sub
-
machine
-
gun
opened
up
from
a
different
angle
,
in
a
house
further
away
.
The
shots
were
surely
going
into
the
window
,
since
one
round
struck
off
a
splinter
of
brick
.
At
the
same
moment
three
gendarmes
ran
across
the
road
and
disappeared
into
the
front
door
.
Almost
immediately
three
others
followed
them
and
the
automatic
fire
stopped
.
Another
wait
.
Two
distant
explosions
rang
out
inside
the
building
.
Then
there
was
a
growing
noise
and
out
of
the
house
,
carried
rather
than
dragged
along
,
they
saw
a
little
man
in
shirtsleeves
,
giving
out
a
continuous
wail
.
As
though
miraculously
,
all
the
closed
shutters
in
the
street
opened
and
the
windows
filled
with
curious
onlookers
,
while
a
stream
of
people
came
out
of
the
houses
and
crowded
behind
the
barriers
.
For
a
moment
they
could
see
the
little
man
in
the
middle
of
the
road
,
his
feet
at
last
touching
the
ground
and
his
arms
pinned
back
by
the
gendarmes
.
He
was
shouting
.
A
gendarme
went
up
to
him
and
hit
him
twice
,
with
his
fist
,
as
hard
as
he
could
,
deliberately
and
with
a
kind
of
diligent
zeal
.
"
It
’
s
Cottard
,
"
Grand
stammered
.
"
He
’
s
gone
mad
.
"
Cottard
had
fallen
over
.
They
saw
the
gendarme
launch
a
flying
kick
at
the
mass
lying
on
the
ground
.
Then
a
confused
,
agitated
group
began
to
move
and
make
its
way
towards
the
doctor
and
his
old
friend
.
"
Keep
moving
!
"
said
the
gendarme
.
Rieux
looked
away
as
the
group
passed
beside
him
.
Grand
and
the
doctor
left
as
night
was
falling
.
As
though
the
event
had
shaken
the
neighbourhood
out
of
its
torpor
,
side
streets
began
to
fill
once
more
with
the
hum
of
celebrating
crowds
.
As
they
reached
the
house
,
Grand
said
goodbye
to
the
doctor
.
He
was
going
to
work
.
But
just
before
starting
up
the
stairs
he
added
that
he
had
written
to
Jeanne
and
that
he
was
happy
now
.
He
had
started
his
sentence
again
:
"
I
’
ve
cut
out
all
the
adjectives
,
"
he
said
.
With
a
sly
smile
he
raised
his
hat
in
a
ceremonious
gesture
.
But
Rieux
was
thinking
about
Cottard
,
and
the
dull
sound
of
fists
thudding
into
his
face
stayed
with
him
as
he
walked
towards
the
old
asthmatic
’
s
house
.
Perhaps
it
was
harder
to
think
of
a
guilty
man
than
a
dead
one
.
