"Lander, take my message to Herr Feldermann. If he wants the police, he shall have them," I added to Borsen.
"No, no," cried von Felsen hurriedly. "We'd better talk first."
Borsen looked at him keenly and then at me.
"You see?" I said. "You needn't go, Lander."
Borsen crossed and spoke eagerly to von Felsen, and I turned to Althea, who brought me a glass of wine.
I drank it eagerly, and as I handed her back the glass our hands touched and our eyes met. "I can scarcely believe it all yet. You are really not hurt?" she asked wistfully.
"I've lost my boots and worn out a pair of socks, but otherwise I'm all right;" and I smiled and held up one foot, the sock of which was dangling in tatters.
"How can you smile at it like that?"
"Because we've won. A narrow margin; but it's a win all right."
"But you were in the hands of the police. I saw you."