"Working?"
"Café Suisse!"
"Come from?"
"America!"
He tossed me a small handbook.
"Half-a-crown," he said; holding out his hand.
I gave it him. I was beginning to understand why I had not been kept very long waiting.
"Clear out!" he said. "No questions, please. The book tells you everything!"
I looked him in the face.
"I, too, have a rifle," I said boldly.