_Hindenburg_, turning his mighty back upon his clientele, was reading an evening newspaper on the counter.

The Andalusian, seated in the background, was looking at the captain, smiling.

"There's an old sport for you!..." He was mentally chuckling over the fact that one of his countrymen had put to flight the brawling and brutal drinkers who gave him so much trouble on other evenings.
Ulysses consulted his watch: half-past seven.

Already he had driven away all those people that Freya was so afraid of.

What was left to do here ?...