"Rather childish isn't it—to keep those cards? They weren't so wonderful, after all; you'll see better at the Club almost any night."
"Possibly—but not so interesting."
Something in the elder man's voice made the other look up sharply. His eyes narrowed in his head.
"What do you mean, Dasso—more interesting?"
For answer, Señor Dasso drew up a little table in front of the fire, and taking the envelope from his pocket, handed his fountain pen to the Lieutenant.
"I don't understand this, Señor."
"It means, my dear lieutenant, that the record I have written is not yet complete. You will finish it to my dictation."
"If this is a joke, Señor——"
"Pardon me, it is no joke. You will write at my dictation."
"I'm damned if I will—you forget, Señor Dasso, that you——"