When Mr. Werner returned they talked more, comparing their likes and dislikes in musical matters; and in the evening the same occupation was renewed, varied by playing some duets.
At length, by some casual remarks, each discovered that the other could play chess, and as this was a favorite game with both of them, they were soon absorbed in a friendly contest.
While thus engaged, a knock came at the door. Both players sprang to their feet. They had been so intent on the game that they had not heard any footsteps on the stairs.
Carlos turned pale with an apprehension that naturally rushed on his mind.
Mr. Werner quickly interpreted his expression, and his eyes flashed with excitement.
“I will see who it is,” he said.
Opening the door to the extent of a mere crack, he ejaculated a question in German.
Carlos heard a familiar voice say:
“It’s all right. I want to see the young man you have caged in here.”
“Vot you say? I no understand English mooch.”