"A good deal has happened since the death of Captain Brocq's mistress."
Juve-Vagualame remarked.
"Is Captain Brocq's mistress dead, too?... Poor girl!"
De Loubersac stared hard at the accordion player.
"Oh come now, Vagualame! Where are your wits—wool-gathering?"
"Wits wool-gathering, lieutenant!" echoed Juve-Vagualame.
"There is no lieutenant, I tell you!" cried de Loubersac, with a stamp of his foot. "It is Monsieur Henri—just Henri, if you like. How many more times am I to tell you this?"
Juve-Vagualame's reply was an equivocal gesture.
"You do not know about the Châlons affair—the assassination of the singer, Nichoune?"
"No—that is to say."...