"Scraps," stretching his neck in the direction the captain had taken, was listening attentively.
"Is this the doss-house?" asked someone in a cracked voice.
"Yes, it is the house of Aristide Kouvalda," replied the uninviting bass voice of the captain.
"That's it, that's it! It's here that the reporter Titoff lived, is it not?"
"Ah! You have brought him back?"
"Yes."
"Drunk?"
"Ill."
"That means he's very drunk. Now then, schoolmaster, out with you!"
"Wait a minute. I'll help you; he's very bad. He's been two nights at my house; take him under the arms. We've had the doctor, but he's very bad."