"No, Herr Rowland--since the money was the most important----"
Rowland reached down into his pocket, pulled forth the talisman of Nemi and crashed it down upon the table.
"If there's any virtue in this--if Nemi is anything but an empty word--if its leader is your master as well as your slave, then do as I command," he said sternly.
Herr Senf gazed at the coin and then looked up at the dominating figure before him.
"What more can I do----"
"Find me the man who drove that cab," said Rowland. "And you, Herr Liederman--give me money. I need it."
Max Liederman glanced at Zoya Rochal, then at Rowland, and without a word obeyed.
"I will go with you, Herr Rowland," said Zoya Rochal decisively.
But Rowland was already out of the door, his hand on Herr Berghof's arm.
Georg Senf ran his fingers through his long hair and looked at Liederman as Rowland went out.