He was pleased to notice that his heart was not beating faster than usual. “I think I have myself well in hand, yet I must not be too cool when I get downstairs. There are so many things to think of all at one time,” he said to himself with a sigh. He looked up and down the street. The pavement was clear. He waited until the policeman had passed the door. He would take ten steps before he turned on his beat. When his back was towards the cafe door Dupre launched his bomb out into the night.