"
"Serve him bloody well right. The blackguard owes me two francs fifty.
I'll bet it was some money business."
"Not a bit of it. A little girl, you know. Got a knife in the stomach.
About eleven at night, from all accounts. They heard him squealing a
mile off."
"I don't believe it. He was not that kind."
"Not that kind? What do you mean?"
"Not that kind."
"Not THAT kind? Really? Go on. You don't say so, by Jove! What makes
you think it?"
"Think? I don't think. I happen to know. You pay for my peg and I'll
tell you all about it. . . ."
"Heard the news? Don Giustino's coming over."
"The old assassin. What of it?"
"Good business! One in the eye for Mali--what's his name. There'll be
the hell of a row. We ought to be grateful to Muhlen for this
amusement."
"Damned if we ought. Unless he got himself killed on purpose to amuse
us. And even then it would have amused me more if he had paid me back
those seventeen francs."
"You're very hard to please to-day."
"So would you be, if you'd been as raddled as I was last night.
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