"Gott!" he whispered, his color fading.
"What has happened?"
"Gone!... You devil, what game are you up to?" he cried, springing up. "I warned you once never to play with me. Where is it?"
"Are you mad or am I?... I haven't touched that bag.... I will kill you if you lay a hand on me! Some one has tricked you. Call the porter."
"Furies of hell! I saw you! The rose-kimono; it was you!"
"Karl, I tell you it was not I! We have been tricked. Call the porter."
The man opened the door furiously and bumped into George, who was sailing airily along the corridor.
"Come in here!"
George did not like the tone, but he obeyed.