"You can take off the gloves," Fischer told him. "I am Oscar Fischer."
"Oscar Fischer," Nikasti repeated.
"Yes! … Burning something when I came in weren't you? Looked like a cable, eh?"
"A dispatch from London," Nikasti confided.
"Nothing that would interest me, eh?"
"It was a family message," was the calm response. "It did not concern the affair which is between us."
"How came you to speak English like this?" Fischer inquired.
"I was at Oxford University for two years," Nikasti told him, "and in the Embassy at London for five more."
"Before you took up your present job, eh?"
Nikasti assented silently. Fischer glanced around as though to make sure that they were still alone.