Garotte was the only missing member of the quartette.
Muroc was a wag, a grim sort of fellow, black from his trade, with big rollicking eyes.

At times he was not easy to please, but if he took a liking, he was for joking at once.

He approved of Parpon, and never lost a chance of sharpening his humour on the dwarf's impish whetstone of a tongue.
"Lord! Lord!" he cried, with feigned awe, getting to his feet at sight of the two.

Then, to his comrades, "Children, children, off with your hats! Here is Monsieur Talleyrand, if I'm not mistaken.

On to your feet, mealman, and dust your stomach.