"You're drunk, Otto. That damned Saumur wine . . ."
"I'm not drunk. I saw . . . and so did Conrad . . ."
"Oho," said Vorski, more seriously, "if Conrad was with you! Well, what did you see?"
"A white figure, which hid when we came along."
"Where?"
"Between the village and the heath, in a little wood of chestnut trees."
"On the other side of the island then?"
"Yes."
"All right. We'll take our precautions."
"How? There may be several of them."