CHAPTER XX
Fischer raised his eyebrows in mild surprise to find Nikasti waiting for him in the sitting room that evening, with his overcoat and evening hat. He closed the door of the bedroom from which he had issued carefully behind him.
"You don't need to go on with this business now that we have had our little talk," he remonstrated.
"I cannot leave until the twentieth," Nikasti replied. "I think it best that I remain here. Your cocktail, sir."
Fischer accepted the glass with a good-humoured little laugh.
"Well," he said, "I suppose you know what you want to do, but it seems to me unnecessary. Say, is anything wrong with you? You seem shaken, somehow."
"I am quite well," Nikasti declared gravely. "I am very well indeed."
Fischer stared at him searchingly from behind his spectacles.
"You don't look it," he observed. "If you'll take my advice, you'll get away from here and rest somewhere quietly for a few days. Why don't you try one of the summer hotels on Long Island?"
Nikasti shook his head.