Monsieur Stark. Javert committed the name to memory, as well as the name of the neighborhood (spelt in his head as Le Chie), eyes dancing across an imaginary sheet of paper in front of his nose.

His nostrils flared, and he set his cup down, mostly-drunk.

"I am a quick study," he said. "But in the event he has no vacancies, I will inquire at the stables. You might know little about them, I know. But if you might show me the way once we are out, it would be of great use to me. After we pay a visit to your neighborhood."