Birnier took the small chair and the lieutenant the Bombay.
“I—er I—am sorry that I disturbed you this morning,” began Birnier diffidently. “But I did not know——”
“That is nothing. It was the fault of the sentry. He should not have allowed you to pass.”
“Regarding my application for the licence, Herr Lieutenant?”
“I regret,” said zu Pfeiffer coldly, using a cigar cutter, “that I am unable to grant you the licence you ask.”
“You cannot grant me a trading or shooting licence?”
“I regret, no.”
Birnier stared.
“May I inquire why I am refused?”
“You may. We do not wish undesirables in the country.”