"Oh no," somewhat loftily and quite unsuspicious of irony. "The passages
were narrow, of course; but we had allowed for that in our organisation.
Organisation and the People, see you--"

"Yes," replied Morot. "Organisation and the People." Like Lerac, he
stopped short, apparently lost in the contemplation of the vast
possibilities presented to his mental vision by the mere thought of such
a combination.

"Well!" exclaimed the butcher energetically, "I must move on. I have
meetings. I merely wished to hear from you that all was right--that no
one was caught."

He was bubbling over with excitement and the sense of his own huge
importance.

The Citizen Morot raised his secretive eyes.

"Good-night," he said, with an insolence far too fine for the butcher's
comprehension.

"Well--good-night. We may congratulate ourselves, I think, Citizen!"

"I congratulate you," said Morot. "Good-night."

"Good-night."

It is probable that, had Lerac looked back, there would have been murder
done in the small room behind the tobacco-shop. But the contemptuous
smile soon vanished from the face of the Citizen Morot. No smile