Achmed Abdullah,
The Remittance-Woman — Chapter 3
(1924)
“ She went down-stairs and entered the private office of Monsieur Paul Pailloux, the manager, a pudgy Parisian exile who carried his black beard ahead of him like a battering-ram and who bowed before her with opulent superciliousness. “Ah—Miss Campbell!” he said. “That bill—it was a mistake——” “It isn’t about the bill.” “No? Then—what can I do for you?” “You can send for the police.” “Police? Ah—your delicious American sense of humor——” “Cut it out! There’s nothing humorous in murder!” “Murder? Ah—nom de Dieu! Murder?” ”
