"The balloon?" questioned the Beadle. "Whatever's that?"
Emilet laughed.
"At times, my brothers, your ignorance, mechanically speaking, is crass!... The balloon is the back part of my car, I'd have you know."
The Beard sniggered.
"Good!... Pick it up! Now, Beadle!"
The two seized the body of Jules by shoulders and feet, and flung it brutally into the limousine.
A rug, negligently flung over the body of the trussed Jules, hid him from observation.
"Now we'll embark," announced Emilet.
As a precaution, the young hooligan asked:
"The bloke snores?"