"I do not remember?"
"You must——!" Renwick's fingers closed again upon the hundred kroner note which Selim had put back on the table.
"What good would it do if I lied to you?"
"Think, man, think! They made marks upon the map?"
"Marks? Oh, yes—marks."
"Up and down, the way they were sitting?"
"Yes. I think so. By the beard of the Prophet! You can't expect a fellow to remember such things as this for two months."
"Did they speak of mountains?"
"Mountains——!" Selim scratched his head again. "How should I know?"
"The Carpathians?"