which poured from his lungs. They were the shadows of Theophrastus and of M. Mifroid pursuing him through the dusk. In their careless haste they fell clean through the street which was up. The bricklayer turned his head a little to the right and roared enthusiastically:
Sera le genrrhummain!…"
And he finished bricking up the hole. Singing the Internationale, he had performed the symbolic act of interring a policeman and a thief.