Bernheim turned and looked at me, sharply. Moore stopped with his shirt half off and did the same.
"There is only one better in Valeria," said Bernheim.
"So!" said I. "And he?"
The grey eyes twinkled and he actually smiled as he answered.
"Colonel Moore, of Your Highness's Personal Staff."
It was my turn to be surprised. "Then, he is a very modest gentleman," I said.
"Like master like man," was the ready Irish reply.
"You're a sad blarneyer," I laughed. "You will be letting me disarm you, next."
"No I won't, sir, voluntarily," he answered. "You are not the Lotzen sort."
"You have fenced with him?"