They rode across the Square, and the people scattered before them with muttered imprecations. Brand suddenly turned into a side street and motioned the King to follow him.
“Our police,” he said, “have failed to catch Domiloff. Let us try ourselves. I believe I know where he may be found.”
The King’s face lightened, and he touched his horse with the spur. But Brand hesitated.
“The place is in a bad quarter,” he said. “There will be risk.”
But Ughtred laughed.
“With a guard,” he said, “we should have no chance. You and I alone will take Domiloff.”
CHAPTER XLVIII
The storm had driven away the crowd of loiterers from in front of the Café Metropolitan. The King and Brand stood under one of the small lime trees which bordered the road, watching the place. The lower room, unshuttered, and lit with several flaring gas jets, was filled with a crowd of men drinking and singing songs. From the upper windows came no sign of life.