The moment he entered the bar, I knew that Mister J. wasn't your usual guest. Maybe it was the way his eyes darted around, taking the measure of everything he saw, or that half smile as he twirled ...

— Mais enfin, Gaston, on ne tire pas à la chevrotine sur tout ce qui bouge dans les bois ! Cinq fois de suite, en plus !
L'homme me regarda, l'air penaud, en triturant sa casquette. Il portait ...