Mole glared at him.
Unabashed at his threatening demeanor, Monday hurled his glass at the professor’s head.
With the utmost celerity Mole ducked.
The glass flew across the room and struck a man who had just entered.
It made a cut on his right cheek, and the blood began to flow slightly.
“Hello!” he cried, “two can play at that game! If you want a row, directly you see me you can have it!”
They looked at the intruder.
It was Hunston.
“You here?” exclaimed Mole.
“I guess I have as much right in the hotel as you. It’s open to the public of all nations.”