Charlier (enthusiastically). Ha! The Baron!
Hallers. I mean business to-night, boys. Look at this! (He produces a dagger and a pistol.)
Charlier. What a man!
[He throws away his pea-shooter in disgust. Jacquot, who has just begun to strop a fish-knife, realizes that he has been outdone in devilry, and gives it back to the waiter. Picard replaces his knotted handkerchief.
Hallers. Yes, boys, I've got a crib for you to crack to-night. It's Judge Hallers' house. (A loud bumping noise is heard from the direction of the counter.) What's that?
It is Inspector Heidegg. (Raising his head incautiously, in order to catch his first sight of the notorious Baron, he has struck the top of his skull against the counter and is now lying stunned.)
All. A spy!
Hallers. Bring him out ... Ha! Who is he? Is that his own beard or Clarkson's?
Charlier. It's a police inspector in a false beard!
Mr. Bourchier (contemptuously).