“Wasting your time, aren’t you?” the latter remarked, pointing to the growing heap of cigarettes.
“Well, I guess not,” Dorward answered. “I can smoke this lot before we reach London.”
Bellamy smiled enigmatically.
“I don’t think that you will,” he said.
“Why not?”
“You are such a sanguine person,” Bellamy sighed. “Personally, I do not think that there is the slightest chance of your reaching London at all.”
Dorward laughed scornfully.
“And why not?” he asked.
Bellamy merely shrugged his shoulders. Dorward seemed to find the gesture irritating.
“You’ve got espionage on the brain, my dear friend,” he declared dryly. “I suppose it’s the result of your profession. I may not know so much about Europe as you do, but I am inclined to think that an American citizen traveling with his passport on a train like this is moderately safe, especially when he’s not above a scrap by way of taking care of himself.”