“After what happened, it doesn’t make sense.”
Arthur looked at him with some amusement. “I expect you’ve been nicely brought up. I told you she’d been asking for it, didn’t I? Well, she got it, and very nice too. I’ve never seen the Sarge take such a fancy to a girl before.”
“A fancy!” George was getting angry.
“I wouldn’t mind betting she was a virgin,” Arthur mused; “or as good as.”
“Oh, for God’s sake!”
“What’s the matter, chum? Sour grapes?”
“I don’t think there’s much point in discussing it. Did Colonel Chrysantos turn up?”
“The sheriff’s posse, you mean? Sure. They’re sitting on their backsides, like twerps, just on the other side of the frontier. Waiting for something to happen.”
“Or maybe waiting for Miss Kolin and me to turn up. Supposing the American Legation’s brought into this and they start complaining to Belgrade. Going to be a bit awkward for you, isn’t it?”
“You’ll be back before they finish even talking about doing anything. And when you do get back, you’ll begin to think again about all the fuss your office is going to make over the Sarge, and say it was all a mistake.”