“Good-night, Karlsen. And thanks, thanks. You shall be Angel, if I can put in a word.”
Egholm looked round, confused. Where had they got to now? These big houses ... it wasn’t the way....
“I’ll see you right home,” he offered.
“Well—er—I’m not exactly going home just yet,” said the Evangelist, with some embarrassment. “Just a hand at cards with a few friends, that’s all.” He sighed guiltily. “But if I do win a kroner, say, it means ten øre to the Brethren.... Oh, I forgot, that’s all over now, of course.”
“But—d’you mean to say there’s anybody up at this time of night?” asked Egholm in astonishment.
“Only a couple of friends—Brethren in the Lord.”
“But where?”
“In the red room at the Hotel Postgaarden,” said Karlsen innocently.