Hippolyte was the strongest man in the
Haut-Rhin. He lent a docile ear to hishosts paraphrases. Everything has
beenchecked, tested, bought at the highest price. The strong face of Monsieur
Hippolyte was alone lighted byPaillouxs lamp.
Now then, Tintin,dont lean out like
that.
The shock was so violent thatSarahs mind swung
like a vessel straining at its anchor. They followed him into the adjoining
room.
They went to fetch the women; there were fresh
cries of astonishment.
You will sell, provided they dont sell it
direct to gentlemen inParis. A remark that he had made to Le Pleynier, an hour
ago, recurred to hismind.
A roundtable, covered with a green cloth,
stood in the centre. But he did notknow how to introduce this
topic.
I am Monsieur Joseph Simler; you can now guess
the purpose of myvisit. If business is good, theywill all be
friendly.
Fritz ran intoBlum in a doorway and nudged his
elbow with the air of an accomplice.
A score of workmen were controlling this
magical disorder bycareful supervision. The cold politeness of this reply
succeeded in making Joseph feel illat ease.
I am Monsieur Joseph Simler; you can now guess
the purpose of myvisit.
Perhaps Joseph Simler was known to heralso.
The strong face of Monsieur Hippolyte was alone lighted byPaillouxs
lamp.
He isolated the epithet with a pedantic and
intentional drawl. Le Pleynier unfolded his hands with an _expression_ of
courteous butprofound boredom.