His hand went to the pocket where his gun was. But he stopped. He stood there for a moment, looking at us and biting his lip. Then he sat down at the piano again.
Shortly after this Anna came in with the dinner things. Engles looked at the three of us. 'Don't want any food, do we? I don't mind, eat if you want to. But I'm all for keeping straight on drinking. Or suppose we have it on the bar? Then those who want it can pick at it.' And he gave instructions to Anna to put the food on the bar.
That was the last straw. Mayne either had to get Anna to bring him his food separately or to come over and join us at the bar. He chose the latter course. And shortly after that, he drew Engles on one side. Keramikos was then called over to join them. The consultation lasted only a few minutes. Then the three of them shook hands. I heard Engles say, 'I think you're being very sensible, Mayne.'
Mayne went behind the bar then and began to produce a special mixture of his own for us to try. As he stooped to get a bottle, Engles leaned towards me. 'No shooting. Three-way split.' And his eyelid flickered with amusement.
'What about Carla?' I whispered.
'No provision made,' he replied.
Mayne straightened up and began to mix the drinks, using an empty bottle as a shaker. His ease of manner had partly returned. To see him standing there, smiling and talking and busying himself about our drinks, you would have thought him a charming host — possibly a wealthy playboy, perhaps an actor, maybe even an artist, but never a ruthless, cold-blooded killer.
And why did we all drink so much at the bar that night? Each of us had a different reason. Engles set the pace — unobtrusively, of course, but nevertheless he set the pace. And he made it fast, because he wished to appear to be drunk and he wanted the others to be drunk. I drank because the liquor warmed me and I was keeping Engles company. Joe drank because everyone was friends again and that pleased him. He hated emotional conflicts. No doubt that was why he was a bachelor. Mayne drank because he wanted to catch up with the spirit of the party and to forget that moment at the piano. And Keramikos? I wasn't sure at the time why Keramikos drank.
Engles seemed to get drunk quicker than the others. By eleven o'clock he had had a row with Joe and staggered out of the bar in a blazing temper. Keramikos made a clumsy movement to take up his glass and knocked it on to the floor. He looked at it for a second in a fuddled way, took off his glasses and wiped his eyes and then walked stiffly to the door and went up to bed. The party was beginning to break up. I followed shortly afterwards, leaving Mayne and Joe, both very tight. When I got upstairs, I found Engles sitting on my bed. 'I take it you're not as drunk as you appear to be?' he said.
'I'm pleasantly happy,' I said. 'But I could doubtless sober up if you could show me any good reason why I should.'