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"
That
’
s
their
lookout
!
I
’
m
going
!
If
people
had
listened
to
me
,
the
police
would
have
known
everything
long
ago
!
"
And
he
went
.
"
What
’
s
everything
?
"
asked
Remy
.
"
What
was
there
to
tell
the
police
?
Why
don
’
t
you
answer
,
Gabriel
?
.
.
.
Ah
,
so
you
know
something
!
Well
,
you
would
do
better
to
tell
me
,
too
,
if
you
don
’
t
want
me
to
shout
out
that
you
are
all
going
mad
!
.
.
.
Yes
,
that
’
s
what
you
are
:
mad
!
"
Gabriel
put
on
a
stupid
look
and
pretended
not
to
understand
the
private
secretary
’
s
unseemly
outburst
.
"
What
’
something
’
am
I
supposed
to
know
?
"
he
said
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
mean
.
"
Remy
began
to
lose
his
temper
.
"
This
evening
,
Richard
and
Moncharmin
were
behaving
like
lunatics
,
here
,
between
the
acts
.
"
"
I
never
noticed
it
,
"
growled
Gabriel
,
very
much
annoyed
.
"
Then
you
’
re
the
only
one
!
.
.
.
Do
you
think
that
I
didn
’
t
see
them
?
.
.
.
And
that
M
.
Parabise
,
the
manager
of
the
Credit
Central
,
noticed
nothing
?
.
.
.
And
that
M
.
de
La
Borderie
,
the
ambassador
,
has
no
eyes
to
see
with
?
.
.
.
Why
,
all
the
subscribers
were
pointing
at
our
managers
!
"
"
But
what
were
our
managers
doing
?
"
asked
Gabriel
,
putting
on
his
most
innocent
air
.
