human
Ah, M. Paul, cried Tignol.
gpt
This is a pretty thing they tell me. _Nom d'un chien_, what a pack of fools they are!
human
Not so loud, cautioned Coquenil with a quiet smile.
gpt
It's all right, Papa Tignol, it's all for the best.
human
All for the best? stared the other.
gpt
But if you're off the force?
human
Wait a little and you'll understand, said the detective in a low tone, then as the tavern door opened:
gpt
Here is Pougeot! I telephoned him. Good evening, Lucien, and he shook hands cordially with the commissary, whose face wore a serious, inquiring look.
human
Will you have something, or shall we move on? and, under his breath, he added:
gpt
Say you don't want anything.
human
I don't want anything,
gpt
Then come, it's a quarter past ten,