“That should be a good double knot,” said Siegel. “Do you suppose I can go back to my cell?”
“I’ve engaged a room for you at the Imperial,” I told him. “You’ll all come round with us?”
But the chaplain excused himself and Marvyn pleaded a pressing engagement.
“I should like to come, Denver,” he said, drawing me aside. “I want a word with you very particularly. Come and see me first thing in the morning at the Embassy, will you? It’s about those things.”
“What about them?”
“I want you to take them away. And as you’re all right now, I suppose it won’t matter.”
“Anything to do with Kalkov?” I whispered.
He nodded.
“Indirectly, I’ll tell you in the morning. You needn’t worry,” he added, noticing my look.
I promised to see him in the morning, and then Siegel, declaring he must have a word or two with Marvyn, persisted in going away with him.