I'm also a police officer, and I have reason to believe that you may be interested in my activities." He was right. Kahlenberge scented at once that Prévert was one of those people who were simply "there," who couldn't be by-passed and were a factor to be reckoned with. Prévert concealed the sly glint of anticipation which shone in his eyes by gazing at his lap as though lost in thought. Then he said: "Sometimes I think of my department as a refuse dump, General. You wouldn't believe how much garbage it accumulates." Kahlenberge did not reply immediately. He had lowered the shiny dome of his head and was contemplating the endless columns of figures on the desk before him, repelled by the thought that they were his staple form of "intellectual diet. He looked up abruptly. "And what have I got to do with your refuse collection?" "Most of the material I collect consists of so-called confidential reports, each of them associated with a particular name.
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