Our interview was brief and formal; but I noted that the fat officer and Grodwitz were keenly observant of all that passed.
“Well, that’s all right,” I said with a sigh of relief, when Grodwitz and I were back in the corridor again. “But there doesn’t seem to be much of the peasant about him!”
“I was but jesting, mon ami,” Grodwitz assured me. “But now your ordeal is over. You will take a hand at bridge, hein?”
CHAPTER XXXVIII
THE GAME BEGINS
That hand at bridge lasted till long past midnight, and I only got away at last on the plea that I was dead tired after my two days’ ride.
“Tired or not, you play a good hand, mon ami!” Grodwitz declared. We had been partners, and had won all before us.
“They shall have their revenge in good time,” I said, stifling a yawn. “Bonsoir, messieurs.”