But he soon found that he had made a mistake in grinning, for the words had no sooner left his mouth than M.
Richard, from gloomy, became furious.
"Send for the box-keeper!" he shouted.

"Send for her! This minute! This minute! And bring her in to me here! And turn all those people out!" The inspector tried to protest, but Richard closed his mouth with an angry order to hold his tongue.

Then, when the wretched man's lips seemed shut for ever, the manager commanded him to open them once more.
"Who is this 'Opera ghost ?'" he snarled.
But the inspector was by this time incapable of speaking a word.

He managed to convey, by a despairing gesture, that he knew nothing about it, or rather that he did not wish to know.
"Have you ever seen him, have you seen the Opera ghost ?" The inspector, by means of a vigorous shake of the head, denied ever having seen the ghost in question.
"Very well!" said M.Richard coldly.
The inspector's eyes started out of his head, as though to ask why the manager had uttered that ominous "Very well!" "Because I'm going to settle the account of any one who has not seen him!" explained the manager.

"As he seems to be everywhere, I can't have people telling me that they see him nowhere.