“He asked you to come and tell me he had arrived?”
“Yes—but—you understand—he is very tired after so long a journey——”
“Tired?”
“Oh! do not be alarmed——”
“Is he ill?”
“Yes—rather—rather ill——”
“Then I will go—I must see him—I pray you, sir, come with me to the station——”
“No; that would be an imprudence—remain here—remain——”
Zinca Klork looked at me fixedly.
“The truth, monsieur, the truth! Hide nothing from me—Kinko——”