“I tell you who he is later. I know the guide, a damned fool and a rogue of a Greek that has been in prison. He robs all his people what take him.”
“You needn’t bother,” said Ellis curtly.
“Of course not. Shut up, John, and don’t run down your brothers in crime.”
“That man my brother!”
John upraised two filthy ringed hands.
“That dirty skunk my brother! That son of—”
“That’ll do, John! Be quiet.”
“To-morrow I till you all about the gentleman. Here is another fine girl! I know her very well.”
A languid lady, with a face painted as white as a wall, large scarlet lips, eyes ringed with bluish black, and a gleaming and trailing black gown which clung closely to her long and snake-like body, writhed on to the stage, looking carefully sinister.
The dark man swallowed his drink, got up and made his way to the exit from the garden. He passed close to the two young men, followed by his Greek, at whom John cast a glance of scowling contempt, mingled, however, with very definite inquiry.