“What the devil are you up to, Stephen? Let them alone.”
“You’re not going⸺?”
“Tell them to go to hell!”
“Stephen, come back, you silly fool!”
Stephen Staretsky smiled at this with a sort of worldly indulgence. “You don’t understand. This is the best thing to do,” he seemed to say.
“Do you want this to last the whole evening?” he asked the man nearest him.
He followed Bitzenko out, and Tarr followed Bitzenko.
CHAPTER IV
They went over to a small, gaudy, quiet café opposite, Kreisler watching them, but still with his eye on the door near at hand.