"Tut, tut, Sergeant. Like Goethe, I'm merely seeking for more illumination, if one may translate Licht"
Markham interrupted this garrulous evasion.
"I'm going to the Greene house after lunch, Sergeant. Can you come along?"
"Sure I can, sir. I was going out anyway."
"Good." Markham brought forth a box of cigars. "Meet me here at two. . . . And take a couple of these Perfectos before you go."
Heath selected the cigars, and put them carefully into his breast pocket. At the door he turned with a bantering grin.
"You coming along with us, Mr. Vance—to guide our erring footsteps, as they say?"
"Nothing could keep me away," declared Vance.
