“What’s the joke?” was Inspector Béchoux’s immediate demand on entering the office. As Barnett did not at once reply, he fixed him with a stony glare. “What—are—you—laughing at?” “Why, at your coming here, of course! After our dust-up at the club in Rouen you actually feel you can seek me out again! What is our police force coming to?” Béchoux looked so crestfallen that Barnett made a valiant effort to restrain his own unseemly laughter. But he could not control himself completely and his utterance continued to be …
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