"Of course you can. I'll send it at once."
"You'll earn my lasting gratitude."
Gritz hesitated a moment and then, with an apprehensive look in his beady eyes, he said: "So you're going in there?" and he jerked his fat thumb toward the wall separating them from Number Six.
Coquenil nodded.
"To see if the ball from that," he looked with a shiver at the pistol, "fits in—in that?" Again he jerked his thumb toward the wall, beyond which the body lay.
"No, that is the doctor's business. Mine is more important. Good night!"
"Good night," answered Gritz and he waddled away down the corridor in his blue-silk garments, wagging his heavy head and muttering to himself: "More important than that! Mon Dieu!"