“And if I refuse to obey your autocratic command?”
“It is hardly a command. Shall we say that it is—a warning?”
There was a cold menace in his tone.
“The first warning,” he said softly. “You will be well advised not to disregard it.”
Then, before I had any hint of his intention, he rose and slipped quickly away towards the door. I sprang to my feet and was after him in a second, but by bad luck I cannoned straight into an enormously fat man who blocked the way between me and the next table. By the time I had disentangled myself, my quarry was just passing through the doorway, and the next delay was from a waiter carrying a huge pile of plates who crashed into me without the least warning. By the time I got to the door there was no sign of the thin man with the dark beard.
The waiter was fulsome in apologies, the fat man was sitting placidly at a table ordering his lunch. There was nothing to show that both occurrences had not been a pure accident. Nevertheless, I had my own opinion as to that. I knew well enough that the agents of the Big Four were everywhere.
Needless to say, I paid no heed to the warning given me. I would do or die in the good cause.
