"Oh, the _garçon_, of course."
"Ah," said Dupré, in a satisfied voice, "let us go in, and help them."
Now the people had begun to gather in crowds, but kept at some distance
from the café. "Dynamite! dynamite!" they said, in awed voices among
themselves.
A detachment of police came mysteriously from somewhere. They drove the
crowd still further back.
"What is this man doing here?" asked the Chief.