Kendricks lowered his voice.
"We go into the café first," he said. "The meeting is in a private room. Come."
They pushed open the swinging doors and entered the place.
CHAPTER XVIII
A MEETING OF SOCIALISTS
The brasserie into which the two men pushed their way was smaller and less ornate than the one which they had last visited. Many of the tables, too, were laid for supper. The tone of the place was still entirely Teutonic. Kendricks and his companion seated themselves at a table.
"You will eat sausage?" Kendricks asked.
"I will eat anything," Julien replied.
"It is better," Kendricks remarked. "Here from the first we may be watched. We are certainly observed. Be sure that you do not let fall a single word of English. It might be awkward afterwards."
"It's a beastly language," Julien declared, "but the beer and sausages help. How many of the people here will be at the meeting?"