Muller started. He intuitively felt the words were not idle observation, and he glanced at Peter Gross doubtfully. The resident was looking over the broad expanse of sea, and presently remarked:
"You have a splendid view here, mynheer. I hope the outlook from my house is half so good."
Muller roused himself. "That is so, mynheer," he said. "I had almost forgotten; we will have to put your house in order at once. It has not been occupied for two years, and will need a thorough cleaning. Meanwhile you must be my guest."
"I thank you, mynheer," Peter Gross replied quietly.
"You will have an establishment, mynheer?" Muller asked curiously. "Have you brought servants? If not, I shall be glad to loan you Cho Seng."
"Thank you, I am well provided," Peter Gross assured.
Cho Seng padded out on the porch and served them. Being a well-trained servant, he scarcely glanced at his employer's guest, but Peter Gross favored him with a thoughtful stare.
"Your servant has been with you a long time, mynheer?" he inquired carelessly.
"A year, mynheer. I got him from Batavia. He was recommended by—a friend." The pause was perceptible.
"His face seems familiar," Peter Gross remarked in an offhand manner. "But that's probably imagination. It is hard to tell these Chinese apart."