It was the affair of a few seconds only to throw it up.

To his surprise, the man did not move.

Their faces almost touched.
"What the devil do you want ?" Arnold exclaimed, gripping him by the arm.
The man did not flinch.

He inclined his head towards the interior of the room.
"Rosario, the Jew," he answered thickly.

"He is in the house there.
Will you take him a message ?" "Ring at the door and bring it yourself," Arnold retorted.
The man laughed contemptuously.