And he rapidly related to the gamin how, on the morning of that very day, Babet, having been transferred to La Conciergerie, had made his escape, by turning to the left instead of to the right in “the police office.”
Gavroche expressed his admiration for this skill.
“What a dentist!” he cried.
Montparnasse added a few details as to Babet’s flight, and ended with:—
“Oh! That’s not all.”
Gavroche, as he listened, had seized a cane that Montparnasse held in his hand, and mechanically pulled at the upper part, and the blade of a dagger made its appearance.
“Ah!” he exclaimed, pushing the dagger back in haste, “you have brought along your gendarme disguised as a bourgeois.”
Montparnasse winked.
“The deuce!” resumed Gavroche, “so you’re going to have a bout with the bobbies?”
“You can’t tell,” replied Montparnasse with an indifferent air. “It’s always a good thing to have a pin about one.”
Gavroche persisted:—
“What are you up to tonight?”
Again Montparnasse took a grave tone, and said, mouthing every syllable: “Things.”
And abruptly changing the conversation:—
“By the way!”