The Gazebo Page #3

What has come of the world. But who?

-I don't know.

Maybe one of your workers?

-I closed the hole again.

You closed it?

-Yes.

Why?

-Just because.

Which hole?

-The hole he made.

Where?

-In my own hole.

You can't have.

-Yes, and they left the shovel outside.

It'll rust. I'll return it.

-Give it to me.

No, no! We're not going to work now.

Goodnight, sir.

To the gazebo.

-What's that?

To the gazebo.

-It's really beautiful.

To our love.

-Yes, my darling.

Your husband's very happy.

That's because of the gazebo.

My birthday gift to him.

Even better than a tie.

It's a beautiful gazebo.

-They've got taste.

Did you remove the shower curtain?

-What?

The shower curtain. Did you remove it?

-No!

Where is it then?

-Ah, well...

What did you do with it?

-I gave it away.

You gave it away? To whom?

-To a poor person.

A poor person?

-Yes, he came by and... warm clothes...

Warm, and you gave him that?

-Yes.

It was raining and...

-Yes?

I said to myself...

-What did you say to yourself?

I said...

-What did you say?

He could get my coat,

but he was already gone.

What are you saying?

-To the gazebo!

Madam, madam!

-Yes.

The Spanish musicians are here.

That's great entertainment.

You'll see...

Say...

-Careful, damn.

What is it?

A gentleman's asking for you.

-What was that?

A gentleman's asking for you.

No, there, there...

Sir?

-Police inspector Ducros.

Get some champagne for the gentleman.

-No thanks, never when I'm on duty.

It's original, that gazebo.

It's from the Puy-de-Dme and

it's a gazebo.

Aha.

You wanted to talk to me?

-Yes.

Do you know Mr Jo?

Mr who?

-Jo.

Sorry... let me think...

Yes, no, Mr Jo... Thinking...

-Think well.

Let's have a drink.

-Is this your maid?

Yes, police inspector Ducros.

What's so funny?

-It's just like last night.

What happened?

-Nothing, she went to the cinema.

What did you see?

-Sir, shooting somebody.

You go on.

-Tell me...

Did you kill somebody?

-Yes.

Yes?

-Not really, I pretended.

I'm working on a detective story and

I often invite a friend.

He plays the bad guy, so

I can judge the play.

Mr Brisebard, you were right.

It's your shovel.

I have no shovel. What can I...

-It's yours.

I wanted to see you about the hole.

-Which hole?

There is no hole. This is

police inspector Ducros.

Mr Inspector, I don't know

who made this hole.

See? There is a hole.

-There is no hole. He's wrong.

They dance, they jump, no hole.

Look, how beautiful.

I drink to what's underneath.

-What's underneath?

There's nothing!

Yes, French soil!

Ah, long live France.

Long live France!

-Long live the gazebo!

Long live the Puy-de-Dme and

long live peace.

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