“Now,” Prokop began, “first of all I should like to thank you both for your visit. Secondly, I am extremely glad to hear that Krakatit is in good hands, that is to say, in my own; for if you had the slightest hope of getting hold of it otherwise I should not have been so much in demand, eh? I am extremely obliged to you for the information which you have involuntarily given me.”
“Don’t exult too soon,” muttered Mr. Carson, “there remains”
“—him?” said Prokop, indicating Sir Reginald.
Mr. Carson shook his head. “Good gracious, no! But a certain third person”
“Excuse me,” said Prokop, annoyed, “you don’t surely think that I believe anything of what you told me last night?”
Mr. Carson shrugged his shoulders regretfully. “Well, as you like.”
“Thirdly,” Prokop continued, “I should be obliged if you would kindly tell me where Thomas is at present.”
“But I told you already,” said Mr. Carson quickly, “that I am not allowed to do so. Come to Balttin and there you are.”
“And you, sir,” Prokop turned to Sir Reginald.
“I beg your pardon,” said the latter, “but I prefer to keep that to myself.”
“Fourthly, I entreat you not to devour one another while I go out”
“—for the police,” said Sir Reginald. “Quite right.”
“I am delighted that you share my opinion. Pardon my locking you in while I am away.”
