“Arrests are being made wholesale, boy, with or without charges, in consequence of his death. Where are the brother and sister?”
“I don’t know, and I daren’t make any inquiries.”
“Oh, there is something you daren’t do, then? I don’t like the thing, Bob, and that’s the truth. Look here, I’m going through to Berlin to-morrow; stay here till then and travel with me. I shall know you’re out of mischief then.”
“I should like it but—well, the fact is, you see, I shan’t be travelling alone.”
He laughed drily. “As bad as that, eh?”
“Yes, if you call it bad. I don’t.”
“Are your papers in order? Your passports?”
I shook my head. “My own is, but not the rest.”
“How do you want it worded?” he asked with another grin.
“Oh, the usual way, whatever that is,” I said a little sheepishly.