“Do you want my money?”
“We’ve taken that already.”
They looked at each other steadily. The others in the cellar shuffled uneasily. They did not seem to be so certain of themselves as the man at the table.
“You’re an English officer, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And you’ve seen some fighting?”
The Colonel shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. He refused to submit to a cross-examination at the hands of this scoundrel.
“All right,” said the other. “Don’t get angry. I promise you that you’ll see some more fighting before you die.”
Something in the man’s expression made Wedge take a quick step towards the table.
“What do you mean? Are you going to kill me?”