I carried them with me, certainly. My pistols, my club, my sword. I just never much cared to use them.

( That's one of the things that set Javert apart from his cohorts — he never tried to hurt anyone. He got rough with them, certainly, dragging children by the ear and men by the collar, but he was never cruel. )

Words, I find, are often times more useful than a blade.

( As is scaring the shit out of people. That seems to work for even better. )