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“…and that’s when the Inspector turned around! Before they had made any sound at all. And he struck with his cane – swoosh, like so, oh, sorry Luc! – anyway, he broke the nearest bastard's nose without even taking aim. Well, you can just imagine that the entire gang nearly pissed themselves at that, but, I swear on my old grandmother’s grave, that the Inspector does that sort of thing all the time. No, not the nosebreaking, he almost never has to go that far. But he’s just – he’s amazing,” Dubois’ said, his voice faltering and he hurried to looked down, awkardly studying his worn cuffs.
“I didn’t like him that much at first; kept thinking he was a a stuck-up son of a… Ahem, well, never mind that. But as time went on, I realized that he is – He’s the most honest man I know, the Inspector. No, more than honest, he's through-and-through dedicated to the idea of justice; I’ve met other men of renown – our old mayor was a living saint, the finest soul who’ve walked this earth! – but none have ever impressed me like the Inspector. And none of them, no-one, would have bothered to try and instruct a clumsy fool like me. Hah, fine, laugh all you want, but if he hadn’t showed me right, I’d have either been dead from dicing and drinking or stuck a poor country Inspector with half a sou to my name and nothing but years of tedious duty before me – what? Yes, of course I’m still not rich, but now I can – Shut it and listen! Now, I take pride in my work. I see it as a duty and a calling, and even if I know I’ll never be as glorious as the Inspector, I know I make a difference. He’s shown me, that, that there’s more to being a policeman than just patrolling the night and nicking the bastards we stumble over; there’s a beauty in upholding the law and that’s, yes, I think that’s what shines through from the Inspector, that’s what makes him what he is, because he is filled with the light of law… And, and he’s standing right behind me, isn’t he (oh sweet Jesus), why, good day to you Inspector!”