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And passing them in a disdainful way, he at once made for the stairs, intending to inspect the upper floor. Thereupon the waiter, frightened by the sudden intrusion of the police, lost his head and stammered: "But there's a lady and gentleman upstairs in one of the private rooms." Dupot quietly pushed him aside.
"Open the door!" he called through the keyhole, "it isn't you that they want!" At last the bolt was drawn back, and Dupot, without even venturing to smile, allowed the trembling lady and gentleman to go downstairs, while Mondesir, entering the room, looked under every article of furniture, and even peeped into a little cupboard in order that no neglect might be imputed to him.
At last he spoke, and the first words uttered by his hoarse, gasping voice were these: "I am hungry." He was sinking with hunger and weariness. This was the third day that he had eaten nothing. "Give him some bread," said Commissary Dupot to the waiter. "He can eat it while a cab is being fetched." A policeman went off to find a vehicle.
All at once, however, she stopped short and again began to laugh. "Dear me!" she exclaimed. "What are those policemen looking for here? Have they come to arrest us? How amusing it would be!" Police Commissary Dupot and detective Mondesir had just made up their minds to search the cafe, as their men had hitherto failed to find Salvat in any of the outbuildings. They were convinced that he was here.
Dupot and Mondesir made haste to participate in Gascogne's triumph. To tell the truth, however, the man had offered no resistance; it was like a lamb that he had let the police lay hold of him. And since he had been in the cafe, still roughly handled, he had simply cast a weary and mournful glance around him.
At last he spoke, and the first words uttered by his hoarse, gasping voice were these: "I am hungry." He was sinking with hunger and weariness. This was the third day that he had eaten nothing. "Give him some bread," said Commissary Dupot to the waiter. "He can eat it while a cab is being fetched." A policeman went off to find a vehicle.
At last he spoke, and the first words uttered by his hoarse, gasping voice were these: "I am hungry." He was sinking with hunger and weariness. This was the third day that he had eaten nothing. "Give him some bread," said Commissary Dupot to the waiter. "He can eat it while a cab is being fetched." A policeman went off to find a vehicle.
At the very moment when Commissary Dupot and detective Mondesir came downstairs again, after vainly exploring the upper floor, a loud shout was raised outside, followed by a noise of running and scrambling.
And passing them in a disdainful way, he at once made for the stairs, intending to inspect the upper floor. Thereupon the waiter, frightened by the sudden intrusion of the police, lost his head and stammered: "But there's a lady and gentleman upstairs in one of the private rooms." Dupot quietly pushed him aside.
Dupot and Mondesir made haste to participate in Gascogne's triumph. To tell the truth, however, the man had offered no resistance; it was like a lamb that he had let the police lay hold of him. And since he had been in the cafe, still roughly handled, he had simply cast a weary and mournful glance around him.
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