He set it down with a little smack of the lips.

Once more he looked at the bottle.
Frenhofer filled up his glass, but motioned to the door with his head.
"You will excuse us, dear friend," he begged, laying his hand persuasively upon the other's shoulder.

"Monsieur and I have little enough of time." The landlord withdrew.

Frenhofer walked around the little apartment.
Their privacy was certainly assured.
"Monsieur," he announced, turning to Hunterleys, "there has been a great discussion as to the next meeting-place between our friends--the next, which will be also the last.

They are safe enough in reality at the villa, but Monsieur Douaille is nervous.