Harry Vincent was no linguist. He could not even decide what tongue was being spoken. Suddenly Volovick’s voice became low again; he drew a watch from his pocket, and leaning shrewdly forward, tapped his finger against the dial.
Evidently he was setting some time for an appointment. Harry was not sure.
Volovick leaned back in his chair. He replaced his watch in his pocket. Harry realized that he was displaying too much interest in the conversation. He relaxed also, and, inspired by a sudden recollection, glanced across the room toward the girl.
She had one elbow upon the table. Her small, slender hand rested against her cheek.
The girl caught Harry’s glance. Her eyes were directly upon him. Her lips moved, forming a slow, distinct sentence. Harry did not catch the meaning. The girl repeated her silent words.
“Look in back.”
The significance was fully evident now. A tense look appeared upon the girl’s face. She seemed to express worry and alarm. Harry knew instinctively that danger threatened.
With a quick swing, he gained his feet, turning toward the rear. He was just in time.
Two men had been sitting behind him. One had risen and was coming toward Harry. The man’s hand was moving from beneath his coat; Harry caught the gleam of a knife.
At that instant the lights were extinguished.