“Oh, that? Take it away!”
Schultz saluted smartly and wheeled about.
“Njoo!” he commanded sharply.
Sakamata rose up quietly and disappeared through the door without glancing to the right or the left.
“The Court awaits your Excellence,” reminded the sergeant.
As [zu] Pfeiffer nodded languidly, a booted foot clopped on the verandah.
“Wa da?” queried Sergeant Schultz, startled at the intrusion of a stranger.
“Oh, only I,” responded a soft voice in English.
Through the screen door a tall figure in a Tirai hat was silhouetted in sepia against the yellow glare. A brown hand pushed open the door.
“Mon nom est Birnier, Gerald Birnier—er—Does any one speak English?”