"Good night, then. I imagine you will have no more trouble with that prisoner."
"Oh, no, sir," not understanding the double meaning. "Not after this. A hatless man in an English rain coat! Good night, sir."
"Marzio," said Stanief, when the door closed, "you may bring some cognac, and leave us. No one enters."
Voices on deck, hurrying feet, and presently the retreating throb of a little engine.
"Drink your cognac, Monsieur John."
"Thank you."
"Bah, your nerves are superb, but they pay beneath your stillness. Drink; I warn you that I have the habit of domination."
Allard drank.