Boulevard des Capucines

Over six feet. Good-looking chap. A bit run to seed.Ex-Army. Lot of medals – genuine, probably. A bit shifty?Drinks too much.
　　Aloud he said: "Ex-Armyman?"
　　"Yes, sir. Irish Guards."
　　"Military Medal, I see. Where did you get that?"
　　"Burma."
　　"What's your name?"
　　"Michael Gorman. Sergeant."
　　"Good job here?"
　　"It's a peaceful spot."
　　"Wouldn't you preferthe Hilton?"
　　"I would not. I like it here. Nice people comehere, and quite a lot of racing gentlemen – for Ascot andNewbury I've had good tips from them now and again."
　　"Ah, so you're anIrishman and gambler, is that it?"
　　"Och! Now, what would life be without a gamble?"
　　"Peaceful and dull," saidChief-Inspector Davy, "Like mine."
　　"Indeed, sir?"
　　"Can you guess what my profession is?" asked Father.
　　The Irishman grinned.