"Is your comrade inside?"
"Yes; he and M. Sonne and two customers."
"And the garçon, wasn't he there?" cried Dupré, with a note of disappointment in his voice.
The policeman didn't notice the disappointed tone, but answered—
"Oh, the garçon, of course."
"Ah," said Dupré, in a satisfied voice, "let us go in, and help them." Now the people had begun to gather in crowds, but kept at some distance from the café. "Dynamite! dynamite!" they said, in awed voices among themselves.
A detachment of police came mysteriously from somewhere. They drove the crowd still further back.
"What is this man doing here?" asked the Chief.
The policeman answered, "He's a friend of ours; he lives in the house."
"Oh," said the Chief.