“We shall not quarrel, anyway,” he continued. “I am a fool, you are a fool, we are all fools. You wish to see your woman?”
“I wish to see Joan,” said Monty gruffly. “I don’t like that ‘your woman’ line of yours.”
“I will go get her. You wait.”
Again the long boots came from under the table, were dragged on to the doctor’s awkward feet, and Monty watched him from the window as he crossed to the factory and disappeared.
He was gone five minutes before he came out again, alone. Monty frowned. What was the reason for this?
“My friend,” panted Oberzohn, to whom these exertions were becoming more and more irksome, “it is not wise.”
“I want to see her——” began Monty.
“Gently, gently; you shall see her. But on the canal bank Gurther has also seen a stranger, who has been walking up and down, pretending to fish. Who can fish in a canal, I ask you?”
“What is he to do with it?”
“Would it be wise to bring her in daylight, I ask you again? Do not the men think that your—that this girl is in Brussels?”