Algy Longworth gave a strangled grunt, but Drummond took no notice. For the past half-hour he had been sunk in thought, so much so that the others had believed him asleep. Now, with a quiet smile, he looked up at the German.
“How much, my friend,” he remarked, “are you getting for this?”
The German leered at him.
“Enough to see that you to-morrow are here,” he said.
“And I always believed that yours was a business nation,” laughed Hugh. “Why, you poor fool, I’ve got a thousand pounds in notes in my cigarette-case.” For a moment the German stared at him; then a look of greed came into his pig-eyes.
“You hof, hof you?” he grunted. “Then the filthy Boche will for you of them take care.”
Hugh looked at him angrily.
“If you do,” he cried, “you must let me go.”
The German leered still more.
“Natürlich. You shall out of the house at once walk.”