"Eh, bien, it's a good thing for my sort there are not too many of your sort, my friend. But per'aps it is not quite so bad as it seems, for you 'are come after all."
"I had to," he thrust at her.
"'Ow you say—professionally?"
"Yes."
"But I 'ave not get ze tummy-ache—not yet."
"I don't care about you."
"You want to look after your leetle friend, hein?"
"Yes."
She was unruffled—even concerned to satisfy him.
"Well, then, you be policeman. You sit 'ere. It is always better to watch ze thief than ze coffre-fort. You keep an eye on me and see I don't run away with 'im. Voyons, mesdames et messieurs, our friend 'ere 'ave the place of honour. 'E sit next me and see I behave nice. 'E don't like me ver' much. 'E think me a bad woman."