CHAPTER 5TWO EMPTY COTS
“WHAT’S that?” asked a voice, and they turned to find Falkoner standing very still, watching them with his yachting cap tilted to one side, his eyes pale and hard and fixed immovably on André.
“I said,” repeated André, “that someone may be trying to kill me.”
Falkoner shook his head from side to side, never taking his eyes from André. “No one’s trying to kill you, fellow,” he said. He said it slowly, emphatically.
“I hope not,” said André, and turned his grin on and off.
Falkoner continued on his way into the room, stopping as usual at the hearth. Standing on one solid leg, his back to them, he removed the square-toed shoe from the other foot, and shook sand from it into the cold fireplace.
“What’s all this about?” he asked with irritable carelessness.
“Your
