"That also does you credit, sir," said Romsteck calmly.
Cointreau stared at him and then turned again to the door by the terrace.
"Well, what is it?" he asked presently.
"What leads you to believe there is anything further, sir?"
The Colonel laughed, flicked away his cigarette, and came back into the room.
"Romsteck, I underestimated you. You're a clever man. But there's not much time before dinner. I've got a good appetite, I'd hate to spoil it."
"There is a man here to see the American ambassador."
A pause, and the Colotel studied Romsteck's face keenly. It was properly inscrutable.
"Does he make chewing motions with his mouth?"
"It might be so described," admitted Romsteck.
"The ambassador is dressing. The man will have to wait."
