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[Christine has left Raoul and Anatole in her dressing room while she greets a crowd of admirers]
Raoul D'Aubert: Would you join me for a bit of supper at the Cafe de l'Opera?
Anatole Garron: With pleasure, monsieur.
Raoul D'Aubert: Think we can get through this crowd?
Anatole Garron: Certainly. After all, who'd pay any attention to a baritone and a detective?
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Amiot: [Upon hearing about a thief in the opera house] Call the police at once! This must be stopped!
Vereheres: Monsieur, I'm afraid the police can't stop that. It's he.
Amiot: Who?
[VEREHERES begins to make gestures at his nose and chin]
Amiot: Oh, please. Don't start that nonsense again, Vercheres. At your age, you ought to know that there aren't any ghosts.
Vereheres: Monsieur, you are skeptical, but I don't like ghosts. I'm a busy man.
Lecours: What's that?
Amiot: Oh, our brilliant stage manager insists there's a malicious ghost prowling about the Opera. If anything goes wrong, he thinks this ghost did it!
Vereheres: Oh, monsieur...
[to LECOURS, again making gestures to his nose and chin]
Vereheres: He has a long nose, and a big red beard!
Lecours: You make me nervous!
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