I spoke in a muffled tone, which Vassileffsky imitated in his response.
“Where is he? I want to see him very badly.”
“I know. He wants to see you. He is here in Revel.”
“In Revel! Isn’t that dangerous?”
“It would be if he weren’t so well disguised. You, yourself, wouldn’t know him.”
Vassileffsky looked incredulous.
“I bet I should.”
“Done with you! What in?”
“A dozen magnums.”