"Get off the train," his words were stinging, his tone had malice. "I'll wire the commissioner that I detained you on my detachment, and in the morning you report at my office for duty."
"I understand, sir," for he had me at his mercy. I saluted and turned to obey.
Then Sarde faced the woman who had betrayed him.
"Come," he said icily, and turned on his heel.
"Oh, Cyril!"
"Come," he repeated, over his shoulder, "unless you prefer to go on with the train; you can go to hell for all I care."
"Oh, Cyril, let me explain!"
"Are you coming or not?"
So he left the train, with the woman trailing after him, making a scene. I followed.
IV