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Thereupon
,
Raoul
and
the
Persian
saw
the
startled
faces
of
the
joint
managers
appear
above
the
landing
—
and
they
heard
Moncharmin
’
s
excited
voice
:
"
There
are
things
happening
here
,
Mr
.
Commissary
,
which
we
are
unable
to
explain
.
"
And
the
two
faces
disappeared
.
"
Thank
you
for
the
information
,
gentlemen
,
"
said
Mifroid
,
with
a
jeer
.
But
the
stage
-
manager
,
holding
his
chin
in
the
hollow
of
his
right
hand
,
which
is
the
attitude
of
profound
thought
,
said
:
"
It
is
not
the
first
time
that
Mauclair
has
fallen
asleep
in
the
theater
.
I
remember
finding
him
,
one
evening
,
snoring
in
his
little
recess
,
with
his
snuff
-
box
beside
him
.
"
"
Is
that
long
ago
?
"
asked
M
.
Mifroid
,
carefully
wiping
his
eye
-
glasses
.
"
No
,
not
so
very
long
ago
.
.
.
Wait
a
bit
!
.
.
.
It
was
the
night
.
.
.
of
course
,
yes
.
.
.
It
was
the
night
when
Carlotta
—
you
know
,
Mr
.
Commissary
—
gave
her
famous
’
co
-
ack
’
!
"
"
Really
?
The
night
when
Carlotta
gave
her
famous
’
co
-
ack
’
?
"
And
M
.
Mifroid
,
replacing
his
gleaming
glasses
on
his
nose
,
fixed
the
stage
-
manager
with
a
contemplative
stare
.
