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“
But
when
you
go
to
bed
at
night
?
”
“
Under
my
bed
.
”
“
But
who
cleans
them
?
”
“
Nobody
.
Why
should
they
be
cleaned
?
Is
it
that
I
promenade
myself
on
the
front
like
a
young
man
?
On
Sunday
I
wear
the
Sunday
boots
,
bien
entendu
,
but
otherwise
—
!
”
he
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
I
shook
my
head
,
discouraged
.
“
Well
,
well
,
”
said
the
magistrate
.
“
We
do
not
advance
very
much
.
Undoubtedly
we
are
held
up
until
we
get
the
return
cable
from
Santiago
.
Has
any
one
seen
Giraud
?
In
verity
that
one
lacks
politeness
!
I
have
a
very
good
mind
to
send
for
him
and
—
”
“
You
will
not
have
to
send
far
,
M
.
le
juge
.
”
The
quiet
voice
startled
us
.
Giraud
was
standing
outside
looking
in
through
the
open
window
.
He
leaped
lightly
into
the
room
,
and
advanced
to
the
table
.
