48/58 "Distilled, evaporated, melted! Such a man, the king of men, that he--" Poiret [to Dutocq]. "That little Sebastien, in his trouble, said that you, Monsieur Dutocq, had taken the paper from him ten days ago." Bixiou [looking at Dutocq]. "You must clear yourself of /that/, my good friend." [All the clerks look fixedly at Dutocq.] Dutocq. "Where's the little viper who copied it ?" Bixiou. "Copied it? |