“I shan’t be annoyed if you leave me now.”
“I am glad to hear that.”
“But you are still coming on.”
“I am thinking.”
The Square was nearly deserted and I looked everywhere for Volna. The clock chimed the quarter past the hour. She was not there.
I pulled up. “I have had enough of this. What are you going to do?”
“I have a suggestion. Let us go to Colonel Bremenhof and tell him. He is close here.”
“Where?”
“The Place of St. John, No. 17.”
I turned on him so angrily in my surprise that he drew back a pace and his right hand went to his pocket, where I guessed he had a revolver. But he forced a look of indifference, and keeping his eyes on mine jerked his head in the direction.