"So, you are the brave American, are you?"
Jarvis puffed cigarette smoke at him and answered with ingenuous modesty.
"I'm an American. And here" (he waved his hand to Rusty, who saluted with divination of the tenor of the interchange) "I present to your notice another American. In fact, we're both Americans!"
"And you both want to die?" cried Don Robledo, drawing a stiff forefinger suggestively across his brawny throat. Rusty was reading the pantomime with perfect understanding. He made a wry face and rolled his eyes at Jarvis, who responded with a droll wink.
"Well, now that you mention it, I'm in no hurry about it. I'm not at all anxious on the subject."
He sat down in one of the carven chairs and continued to puff his cigarette with provoking amiability.
Robeldo leaned forward toward him and snarled:
"You had better keep out of the castle then. It has a fatal climate."
Warren laughed, and flicked the ashes of the cigarette upon the sleeve of his interviewer.