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"Me? Nobody. Still it's easy enough.
The first fellow that happens along; the
commissionaire7at the corner, or the water-carrier that I hear crying down in the
street."
He took his spectacles from his pocket,
raised the curtain a little, peered down the
Rue de Beaune, and said to the doctor:
" There's a fellow who doesn't look
badly. Will you be kind enough to motion
to him? For I don't dare to show myself
to the people passing by."
M. Bernier opened the window at the
moment when the destined victim was crying at the top of his voice:
"W Woo-ter! Woo-ter! Woo-ter!"8
"My boy," said the doctor, " leave your
cask and come up here through the Rue de
Verneui[; there's money to be made."