December 25, 1820. Although Javert never failed to attend mass on Sundays, he did not see the point of closing shops and giving everyone a day off from work on Christmas Day. This was his first Christmas in Montreuil-sur-Mer- in other words, his first wasted day in Montreuil-sur-Mer.
He carefully made his bed. Once it was perfect, Javert turned around and noticed that his house plant, which was visible through the open door of his bedroom, was swaying slightly, as if being blown by the wind. This was strange, as all of his windows were closed during the winter. He left his room and looked at his front door. To his surprise, it was open.
It had to have happened during the night, when he was asleep. What Javert could not understand was how the intruder had gotten in without him hearing, and why. He could not have been aiming to harm Javert, and after a quick survey of his surroundings, he concluded that nothing was stolen from the house. Nothing had been touched. Except...