"Two who fear the police."
A small wicket opened.
"We want none such here." And to one within: "Be still."
"There is something to be divided," answered Nikka.
"Where do you come from?"
"Salonika—and elsewhere."
"Tziganes both?" And again to one unseen: "I said be still, little devil."
"My comrade is a Frank—but he is one of us."
A hinge creaked.
"Enter," growled the voice. "Quickly."