“Oh, a trifling matter! It is very nearly ten years since I saw you. You must have been doing well. How are you?”
“Well enough,” answered Rantaine. “How are you?”
“Very well,” replied Clubin.
Rantaine advanced a step towards Clubin.
A little sharp click caught his ear. It was Sieur Clubin who was cocking his revolver.
“Rantaine, there are about fifteen paces between us. It is a nice distance. Remain where you are.”
“Very well,” said Rantaine. “What do you want with me?”
“I! Oh, I have come to have a chat with you.”
Rantaine did not offer to move again. Sieur Clubin continued:
“You assassinated a coast-guardman just now.”