"I would like you to confront this man."
Slowly Javert removed himself, and sat at the edge of his seat again.
Lautrec held out his hand for the paper, while the left opened a drawer and removed a slip of paper and pencil.
"Yes, we need to get to the bottom of this. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, and all that," he muttered, jotting the address.
"Plus, I confess that I am quite curious on what is going on upstairs. I trust your skills in obtaining his intentions and motive." He placed the note in the Inspector's palm.
He stood up and gave a small bow of his head.
"I am not sure I am capable of such feats with this particular man," said Javert softly as he left.