“At five or thereabouts be in there. I will tell you then what to do. You hear me?”
“Perfectly, monsieur le comte.”
Again Barouffski glanced at the upper window. As he glanced he smiled.
“Cara mia, five may mean more things than you say, more even than you think.”
He was still smiling but it was not a pleasant smile to see.
Beneath his breath, Emmanuel, who was looking at him, muttered:
“Quelle gueule de maquereau!”