Harris whistled between his teeth a little American air, sharp as a stiletto point.
"Can I believe my ears?" added the good M. Mérinay in his flute-like voice. "Is it possible that such horrors are committed in a country like ours? I am convinced that the Society for the Moralization of Malefactors has not yet been organized in this kingdom; but while waiting for that, have you not police?"
"Certainly," replied Christodule, "fifty officers, 152 sergeants, and 1250 policemen, of whom 152 are mounted. It is the finest band of men in the kingdom after that belonging to Hadgi-Stavros."
"What astonishes me," I said in my turn, "is, that the old rascal's daughter allows him to do such things."
"She does not live with him."
"Well and good: Where is she?"
"At a boarding-school."
"In Athens?"
"You ask too much; I have known nothing of her for some time. Whoever marries her will receive a fine dowry with her."
"Yes," said Harris. "One can say as well that Calcraft's daughter is a good match."