"Yes," persisted Fandor. "You are concealing something. Don't deny it. I know you too well, my friend, to be content with your reticences."
"My reticences?"
"You didn't come here merely to give me copy."
"Why——"
"No. You had some idea in coming to look me up and then you changed your mind. Why?"
"I assure you you are mistaken."
Fandor rose.
"All right, if you won't tell me, I shall follow you." At the journalist's announcement Juve shrugged his shoulders.
"That's what I feared. But it's absurd to be always dragging you into risky affairs."
"Where are we going?" asked Fandor briefly, as he lit a cigarette.