What do they
do--sing, talk, or is it business?"
"I think," Karl answered slowly, "that it is business."
"Well, well!" Guest said, "we are not inquisitive--my nephew and I. Can
one see the room?"
Karl shook his head.
"Not at present," he answered. "Mr. Kauffman has a key, but he is gone."
"Ah, well!" Guest remarked, "another time. The bill, Karl! For this
morning I shall call myself a guest. This afternoon we will take
possession--my nephew and I!"
CHAPTER XXX
THE "WAITERS' UNION"
Guest and I had taken small rooms not a hundred yards from the Cafe
Suisse, as the restaurant was called. We made our way there immediately
after we had settled with our friend Karl, and Guest locked the door of
our tiny sitting-room behind us. He first of all walked round the room
and felt the wall carefully. Then he seated himself in front of the table
and motioned me to draw my chair up almost to his side.
"My young friend," he said, "we have now reached the most difficult part
of our enterprise. For several days we have not spoken together
confidentially.
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