"Well, I've found one missing man for you," he said, in a satisfied tone.
"One missing man!" echoed his superior, scornfully. "In a place o' this size I'd always find you twenty."
The sergeant went on, unperturbed,
"François Gaspard, known as politician and agitator, didn't go home to his lodgings in Kettle Street last night, was to have acted as Marshal in Company B of Procession 3 to-day, didn't turn up, hasn't turned up to-night, don't owe any rent, hasn't taken any clothes."
"Oh!" said the Superintendent morosely. "Left an address?"
"Left no address, sir."
"How did he go, and where?"
"Not known, sir."
"Good Lord!" moaned the Superintendent, "and what's your salary?"