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In one year I lost three men on anarchist duty , among the victims being my most valuable helper , Henri Brisson . Poor Brisson 's fate was an example of how a man may follow a perilous occupation for months with safety , and then by a slight mistake bring disaster on himself . At the last gathering Brisson attended he received news of such immediate and fateful import that on emerging from the cellar where the gathering was held , he made directly for my residence instead of going to his own squalid room in the Rue Falgarie . My concierge said that he arrived shortly after one o'clock in the morning , and it would seem that at this hour he could easily have made himself acquainted with the fact that he was followed . Still , as there was on his track that human panther , Felini , it is not strange poor Brisson failed to elude him . Arriving at the tall building in which my flat was then situated , Brisson rang the bell , and the concierge , as usual , in that strange state of semi-somnolence which envelops concierges during the night , pulled the looped wire at the head of his bed , and unbolted the door . Brisson assuredly closed the huge door behind him , and yet the moment before he did so , Felini must have slipped in unnoticed to the stone-paved courtyard .