A Familiar Face

We go up to our room to dry out, and for me to wash the mud off my feet and calves and to try to put my hair into some sort of order, before going down for dinner. We are shown to a quiet, rather dimly-lit corner of the dining room, probably because of the way I am dressed. (The cloak is still too wet for me to wear it to dinner.)

Our "out of the way" table may turn out to be a blessing in disguise, for after half an hour or so I spot a man that I recognise up at the (comparatively brightly lit) bar. I have had the dubious pleasure of "entertaining" him several times at Gustav's. With him are a couple of other men whom I don't know, but who are presumably cronies of his. Though he may not yet have heard of Gustav's death, if he sees me here he will suspect that I have escaped.

I whisper to Baras: "Look! Up at the bar."

"I see him. I think that we'd better slip away and go back to our room, before he notices us."

Though our meals are only half eaten, we get up from the table.

1. We manage to slip out of the room unnoticed.
2. Unfortunately the only route out of the room takes us closer to the bar, and we are spotted. Perhaps we should have stayed at our table.
3. We might have managed to slip away, but for the waiter coming up as we get to our feet and saying, in a loud voice: "Oh, are you going? But you haven't finished your meals." Everyone looks in our direction.

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