“In a large room it is difficult to remember all the introductions.”
“Precisely. That is why I take the liberty of recalling it to you, so that you will not forget it,” urbanely.
A pause. Dark patches of water were spreading across their shoulders. Little rivulets ran down Courtlandt’s arm, raised as it was against the bars.
“I do not see how it may concern me,” replied Herr Rosen finally with an insolence more marked than Courtlandt’s.
“In Paris we met one night, at the stage entrance of the Opera, I pushed you aside, not knowing who you were. You had offered your services; the door of Miss Harrigan’s limousine.”
“It was you?” scowling.
“I apologize for that. To-morrow morning you will leave Bellaggio for Varenna. Somewhere between nine and ten the fast train leaves for Milan.”
“Varenna! Milan!”
“Exactly. You speak English as naturally and fluently as if you were born to the tongue. Thus, you will leave for Milan. What becomes of you after that is of no consequence to me. Am I making myself clear?”
“Verdampt! Do I believe my ears?” furiously. “Are you telling me to leave Bellaggio to-morrow morning?”