Apparently he did not, for after a second’s pause he said—
“We’ll go together, monsieur.”
And together we went accordingly.
I was well satisfied with the progress of things so far. I had told him nothing yet; had merely hinted at the power I held; and the hint had forced him to yield. Nothing more was said until we reached his apartment, and once there, he sat down to his desk, while I threw myself into an easy lounge chair. It was my cue to appear absolutely unconcerned, and I played up to it.
“Now, monsieur, for the reasons why I am not to hand you over to the police at once.”
He spoke sternly and curtly.
“The main reason is the blunder of your men at Kovna. They first let me through with things that were of great importance, and then let me back again to take ample measures for the safety of myself—and others. I owe them an infinite obligation.”
“You will find it better to drop this jesting tone and speak plainly.”
“Why should I adapt my tone to suit your convenience? You are presuming to address me as if I were a prisoner.”
“You are a prisoner.”