Monologue Of Marcel Toussaint
"your accent... A Parisian, if I may be so rude"
"not rude at all... A Parisian born and bread... It is back to Paris for me"
"a distaste for academics... I can hardly blame you... I think they are at best, an evil necessity. But I'm afraid I'm stuck with the old mater. You see I'm studying for a position at Scotland Yard... A luietenient will be my rank upon completion of my studies here"
"The famous Scotland yard"
"the very same one"
"ah... Leutinient you say?"
"yes"
"if I may be forgiven my folly for inquiring, but I do remember you being addressed with the noble title 'Lord'
"yes, a rather silly and meanlingless applellation don't you think?"
"oh, it's not the title, but rather your aspirations..."
"I see... Why would a noble …show more content…
I'm afraid I didn't get your name"
"Toussaint... Emile Toussaint"
"lovely... Quite musical"
"Merci, but it is the lyric meter of the language don't you think"
"Quite... But now, though you say the law is not your ambition, I feel there is something of the inquizical sleuth behind those eyes... Now why would I be so impressed"
"a keen intuition would be my guess... I confessed merely that the study, of criminal mind was not for me... But as a facination, well... You see, we both being citizens of large cities, the experience of crime is practically born into us..."
"Um... Please continue"
"yes... There are few things in life more alarming than a man pulled into some dark alley, garroted and murdered for a mere few francs... Or the horror of a parent whose child is held ransom in lew of some payoff...not to mention the desperation of the kidnappers who destroy the infant regardless, so as to escape incrimination if apprehended..."
"ah monseuir... The root of all evil"
"Not quite all... But it does account for the lion's share... Making the job of the good men of Scotland yard a tad
"not rude at all... A Parisian born and bread... It is back to Paris for me"
"a distaste for academics... I can hardly blame you... I think they are at best, an evil necessity. But I'm afraid I'm stuck with the old mater. You see I'm studying for a position at Scotland Yard... A luietenient will be my rank upon completion of my studies here"
"The famous Scotland yard"
"the very same one"
"ah... Leutinient you say?"
"yes"
"if I may be forgiven my folly for inquiring, but I do remember you being addressed with the noble title 'Lord'
"yes, a rather silly and meanlingless applellation don't you think?"
"oh, it's not the title, but rather your aspirations..."
"I see... Why would a noble …show more content…
I'm afraid I didn't get your name"
"Toussaint... Emile Toussaint"
"lovely... Quite musical"
"Merci, but it is the lyric meter of the language don't you think"
"Quite... But now, though you say the law is not your ambition, I feel there is something of the inquizical sleuth behind those eyes... Now why would I be so impressed"
"a keen intuition would be my guess... I confessed merely that the study, of criminal mind was not for me... But as a facination, well... You see, we both being citizens of large cities, the experience of crime is practically born into us..."
"Um... Please continue"
"yes... There are few things in life more alarming than a man pulled into some dark alley, garroted and murdered for a mere few francs... Or the horror of a parent whose child is held ransom in lew of some payoff...not to mention the desperation of the kidnappers who destroy the infant regardless, so as to escape incrimination if apprehended..."
"ah monseuir... The root of all evil"
"Not quite all... But it does account for the lion's share... Making the job of the good men of Scotland yard a tad