"Heard the news? Muhlen's murdered."
"Serve him bloody well right. The blackguard owes me two francs fifty.
I'll bet it was some money business."
"Not a bit of it. A little girl, you know. Got a knife in the stomach. About eleven at night, from all accounts. They heard him squealing a mile off."
"I don't believe it. He was not that kind."
"Not that kind? What do you mean?"
"Not that kind."
"Not THAT kind? Really? Go on. You don't say so, by Jove! What makes you think it?"
"Think? I don't think. I happen to know. You pay for my peg and I'll tell you all about it…."
"Heard the news? Don Giustino's coming over."
"The old assassin. What of it?"