“Have you thought about that Austrian Government officer, Burgwan?” he asked, with some evidence of uneasiness.
“Yes, a good deal.”
“What are you going to do about it? He can’t be left where we tied him up.”
“Would you like to go and find him?” I asked, with a grin. It pleased me to tease him in the mood I was in.
“No, by the God of the living, not for a fortune.”
“Shall we leave him to die then?” I put the question angrily, as if rebuking him for callousness.
“You’d better go yourself,” he growled.
“It would be murder to leave him. There will be a big reward offered for his murderers.”
“No one knows about it,” he growled again, uneasily.
“Oh, yes. Petrov does. He spoke of it in Poabja to me.”