The guards in front of the door to their room are talking excitedly, but they cannot make out what they are saying. “This is now a whole new affair!” says Rosseau, with a glint in his eyes. They are still pondering this business when the door opens. Then, in the morning light, Madame Bonnet enters, wearing a colorful nightgown, her beautiful hair still tousled from sleep. She has the Luger in her hand.
MadameShe quickly scans the room and investigates the windows and walls. “What happened to your camels, mules, and horses, Madame witch?” Rosseau asks mockingly. “I see they have flown away.”
Madame“Are your men all present and accounted for, Juin?” she asks bitterly, and her lips draw down in a grimace of anger.
“Why do not you count them?” Juin asks haughtily.
“It is a very bad thing t
