He noticed it at once and drew himself up, but could not meet my eyes. "I don't understand by what right you adopt that tone, sir."
"And you will please to answer me quite frankly. Nothing else will satisfy me or meet the needs of the case."
"This is quite extraordinary."
I pointed at the bag. "You have a revolver there. Why?"
"I decline to be questioned in this tone by you or any one, sir. I am under an obligation to you for what you have done for my daughter and now for myself, but this gives you no right----"
"I take the right, Baron. In the first place, believe that I am wishful to be your friend in every sense of the term, and you may safely give me your fullest confidence. Your daughter will have told you that, I am sure."
"My private affairs----"
"Are precisely those which I am determined to know, Baron," I broke in pretty sternly. I felt that I must dominate him. "This is as much for your own sake as for your daughter's. Now, please, an answer."
But he would not answer, and made an attempt to avoid doing so by a show of anger.
"Tell me then the object of your presence in Berlin?" I said next.