A buxom German waitress came for his order.

He gave it while he gazed around at his grim-faced old father and the burly Neuman, and his ears throbbed to the beat of his blood.
His hand trembled on the table.

His thoughts flashed almost too swiftly for comprehension.

It took a stern effort to gain self-control.
Evil of some nature was afoot.

Neuman's presence there was a strange, disturbing fact.