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<p>Tictocq opens it and looks at his watch.</p>
<p>“Ah,” he says, “it is just six. <i xml:lang="fr">Entrez</i>, Messieurs.”</p>
<p>The messieurs <i xml:lang="fr">entrez</i>. There are seven of them; the Populist Candidate who is there by invitation, not knowing for what purpose; the chairman of the Democratic Executive Committee, platform <abbr>No.</abbr> 2, the hotel proprietor, and three or four Democrats and Populists, as near as could be found out.</p>
<p>“I don’t know,” begins the Populist Candidate, “what in the h⁠⸺”</p>
<p>“I don’t know,” begins the Populist Candidate, “what in the h⁠—”</p>
<p>“Excuse me,” says Tictocq, firmly. “You will oblige me by keeping silent until I make my report. I have been employed in this case, and I have unravelled it. For the honor of France I request that I be heard with attention.”</p>
<p>“Certainly,” says the chairman; “we will be pleased to listen.”</p>
<p>Tictocq stands in the centre of the room. The electric light burns brightly above him. He seems the incarnation of alertness, vigor, cleverness, and cunning.</p>
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<p>“ ‘Which way did he go?’</p>
<p>“ ‘Out.’</p>
<p>“I then went⁠—”</p>
<p>“Wait a minute,” said the Populist Candidate, rising; “I don’t see why in the h⁠⸺”</p>
<p>“Wait a minute,” said the Populist Candidate, rising; “I don’t see why in the h⁠—”</p>
<p>“Once more I must beg that you will be silent,” said Tictocq, rather sharply. “You should not interrupt me in the midst of my report.”</p>
<p>“I made one false arrest,” continued Tictocq. “I was passing two finely dressed gentlemen on the street, when one of them remarked that he had ‘stole his socks.’ I handcuffed him and dragged him to a lighted store, when his companion explained to me that he was somewhat intoxicated and his tongue was not entirely manageable. He had been speaking of some business transaction, and what he intended to say was that he had ‘sold his stocks.’</p>
<p>“I then released him.</p>