"No, I don't suppose it would. Sometimes I think you're with us as a huge joke. You don't take the game serious enough." Wallace emptied his glass and tipped the bottle carefully. "You're out of your class, somehow."
"So?"
"Yes. You have always struck me as a man who was hunting trouble for one end."
"And that?" Ryanne seemed interested.
Wallace drew his finger across his throat. Ryanne looked him squarely in the eye and nodded affirmatively.
"I don't understand at all."
"You never will, Wallace, old chap. I am the prodigal son whose brother ate the fatted calf before I returned home. I had a letter to-day. She will be here to-morrow sometime. You may have to go to Port Saïd, if my little plan doesn't mature."
"The Ludwig?"
"Yes."
"Say, what a Frau she would have made the right man!"