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Part II
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Rambertsaidnothing.
"He’safriend,"saidCottard.
Theywentoninsilence.Theyhadreachedthedocks,accesstowhichwasbarredbylargeironfences.Buttheywalkedovertoalittlecanteenwherefreshsardinesweresold,thesmellofwhichwaswaftingtowardsthem.
"Inanycase,"Garciasaidinconclusion,"I’mnottheonewhodealswiththat,it’sRaoul.I’llhavetofindhim.Itwon’tbeeasy."
"Ah!"saidCottard."Isheinhiding?"
Garciadidnotanswer.NearthecanteenhestoppedandturnedtoRambertforthefirsttime.
"Thedayaftertomorrow,ateleven,onthecornerofthecustomsofficials’barracks,atthetopoftown."
Hemadeasthoughtoleave,thenturnedtowardsthetwomen.
"There’llbeexpenses,"hesaid.
Itwasasimplestatementoffact.
"Ofcourse,"Rambertagreed.
ShortlyafterwardsthejournalistthankedCottard.
"Oh,no,"theothermansaidcheerfully."It’sapleasuretobeofservice.And,ofcourse,you’reajournalist,soyou’llpayitbacktomesomedayoranother."
ThedayafternextRambertandCottardwereclimbingupthewide,unshadedstreetsthatledtotheupperpartoftown.
