“Don’t you think,” asked van Rheijn, “we had better get on as fast as we can? The most interesting part of the letter is yet to come.”
These last words he spoke with a strange look at Charles van Nerekool.
“Had we not better have a drink first?” suggested Grenits.
“By Jove, yes!” cried van Rheijn, “my throat is as dry as a rasp.”
“Sabieio!” cried van Nerekool, “fill the glasses.”
While the servant performed that duty the gentlemen lit a fresh cigar, rocked themselves for a while in their rocking-chairs and then were all attention.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
MUROWSKI ON THE TRACK.—AN OPIUM SALE AT SANTJOEMEH.
“Now then,” said van Rheijn, “let us proceed.