He chose his gun; and they went into the kitchen.

Jean took two bottles of wine, a rich-looking pie, a sweet, and carried them to the drawing-room.

He came back into the hall, gathered together an armful of papers and magazines, and went back to the drawing-room.

Firmin kept trotting after him, like a little dog with a somewhat heavy footfall.
On the threshold of the drawing-room Jean paused and said: "The important thing with burglars is to fire first, old cock.

Good-night.
Pleasant dreams." He shut the door and turned the key.