'Monsieur will refer me to a friend?' said the Belgian, who waited quietly a little time for him to speak, standing, too, for he had never been offered a chair.
'A friend—for what purpose?' asked Cadbury, savagely.
'To arrange with me for you and Captain Goring.'
Cadbury felt fairly cornered, and compelled to affect a virtue which he did not possess.
'If monsieur has no friend in Antwerp, one of my brother officers will, I have no doubt, be happy to act for him.'
'Thanks, very much—what a considerate lot you are, you Belgians! Never mind about a friend—I'll get one if I want him—name your time and place.'
'Shall we say eight o'clock to-morrow morning, at the citadel?'
'All right—I am your man!'
'In the Lunette St. Laurent, monsieur?'
'Very good.'