“Yes, I practiced my art there for several years. Only four years ago, I sold out and came to America.”
“Ah-ha,” Norma breathed.
“Has your successor been successful?” Lieutenant Warren asked in an even tone.
“Oh, yes, indeed. In fact, he has become a permanent resident,” was the odd reply.
“I shouldn’t wonder,” said Lieutenant Warren.
Norma barely suppressed a laugh. So it was the man who followed Carl Langer in India who had been shot as a spy!
All during the tea Carl Langer seemed ill at ease. His eyes often sought the room in which an open traveling bag awaited his return.
“Wonder if he is going on a journey?” Norma thought. The answer was—yes, a long, long journey.
“We’ll have to be going back,” Lieutenant Warren said at last. “Our watch changes very soon, and I must be there.”
Their host expressed polite, but uneasy regrets. They bade him a polite farewell and were away.