"Yes, but not at what you were saying. I'm sorry if you thought so----"
The man half rose in his chair, exclaiming:
"Why shouldn't I think it natural for an Englishman to laugh at the murder of an Austrian arch-duke----"
"Stop that discussion!" cried Wildresse, angrily jerking his heavy head from Halkett to the three men at the other table. "Let it rest where it is, I tell you! The English gentleman says he did not laugh at what you were saying. Nom de Dieu! Nobody well brought up laughs at murder!" And to Halkett and Warner: "Be amiable enough, gentlemen, to carry this misunderstanding no further. I've had sufficient trouble with the police in my time."
Warner laid one hand lightly on Halkett's arm.
"All right," he said to Wildresse; "no trouble shall originate with us." And, to Halkett, in a lowered voice: "Have you an idea that those men over there are trying to force a quarrel?"
"Of course."
"Have you ever seen them before?"
"Not one of them."
Warner's lips scarcely moved as he said:
"Is it the matter of the envelope?"
"I think so. And, Warner, I don't intend to drag you into any----"
"Wait. Are you armed?"
Halkett shook his head.
"That's no good," he said. "I can't afford to do anything conspicuous. If I'm involved with the authorities I'm done for, and I might just as well be knocked on the head." After a moment he added: "I think perhaps you'd better say good-by to me now, Warner----"
"Why?"
"Because, if they manage to force a quarrel, I don't mean to have you involved----"
"Do you really expect me to run away?" asked Warner, laughing.
Halkett looked up at him with a faint smile:
"I'm under very heavy obligations to you already----"
"You are coming to Sais with me."
"Thanks so much, but----"
"Come on, Halkett. I'm not going to leave you here."
"My dear chap, I'll wriggle out somehow. I've done it before. After all, they may not mean mischief."
Warner turned and looked across at the three men. Two were whispering together; the third, arms folded, was staring truculently at Halkett out of his light blue eyes.
Warner turned his head and said quietly to Halkett:
"I take two of them to be South Germans or Austrians. The other might be Alsatian. Do any of these possible nationalities worry you?"
"Exactly," said Halkett coolly.
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