The Count nodded. “Four, I think; I didn’t stay to examine them.”
“Four! four! God, man, was it a massacre?”
“Almost—I’m the sole survivor on your side.”
Lotzen’s frown grew.
“On my side!” he echoed.
“I was assuming to act for you,” Bigler explained.
“For me!—who was on the other side?”
“The American—the American and Bernheim.”
For a space the Duke smoked in silence; then he gave a faint chuckle.
“They came rather close to making it five, didn’t they?” He touched his ear—“Bernheim, I suppose?... Of course, the American would have made it five. What a fool you are, Bigler, to go into such a thing without telling me.”