"I did suspect that he wants to marry Frieda."
"Ah! Motive enough! ... Waiter!"
The others watched the man. His manner was a strange compound of two servilities--the waiter's and the German private's.
"Monsieur?"
"Bring coffee."
The waiter departed.
"I must certainly have him arrested," said Granger. "So you see, my dear fellow, that if I manage to lay Hellwig by the heels I shall perhaps be able to make you some return for what I owe you."
"But that won't release Max Finkelstein."
"I confess I was at that moment thinking of the daughter," said Granger with a whimsical look at Kenneth. Pariset glanced at his friend and smiled.
"The idea of her marrying that cur!" said Kenneth.