"Farewell, my Prince!" said Pachmann, and waited, with a sneer on his lips, until the Prince's heavy footsteps died away down the hall. Then he turned back to Dan. "Behold that Princes have rages just as other men," he said.
"I don't blame him!" said Dan. "I wonder he didn't knock you down."
"So?" and Pachmann's eyes took an ugly gleam. "I fear the interview is at an end."
"I have another question to ask," said Dan quietly. "Where are Mr. Vard and his daughter?"
Pachmann's eyes narrowed to mere slits and his face became positively venomous.
"I was expecting that question," he sneered. "What do you know of Vard and his daughter?"
"They are friends of mine. I saw them leave the pier with you. They have not yet reached their apartment. Where are they?"
"I cannot tell you."
"You mean you will not?"
"Put it that way, if it pleases you."