Harris was not a man of action, and had never known in all the course of his career what it meant to be in a situation of real danger.  He was not necessarily a coward, though, perhaps, a man of untried nerve.  He realised at last plainly that he was in a very awkward predicament indeed, and that he had to deal with men who were utterly in earnest.  What their intentions were he only vaguely guessed.  His mind, indeed, was too confused for definite ratiocination, and he was only able to follow blindly the strongest instincts that moved in him.  It never occurred to him that the Brothers might all be mad, or that he himself might have temporarily lost his senses and be suffering under some terrible delusion.  In fact, nothing occurred to him—­he realised nothing—­except that he meant to escape—­and the quicker the better.  A tremendous revulsion of feeling set in and overpowered him.

Accordingly, without further protest for the moment, he ate his pumpernickel and drank his coffee, talking meanwhile as naturally and pleasantly as he could, and when a suitable interval had passed, he rose to his feet and announced once more that he must now take his leave.  He spoke very quietly, but very decidedly.  No one hearing him could doubt that he meant what he said.  He had got very close to the door by this time.

“I regret,” he said, using his best German, and speaking to a hushed room, “that our pleasant evening must come to an end, but it is now time for me to wish you all good-night.”  And then, as no one said anything, he added, though with a trifle less assurance, “And I thank you all most sincerely for your hospitality.”

“On the contrary,” replied Kalkmann instantly, rising from his chair and ignoring the hand the Englishman had stretched out to him, “it is we who have to thank you; and we do so most gratefully and sincerely.”

And at the same moment at least half a dozen of the Brothers took up their position between himself and the door.

“You are very good to say so,” Harris replied as firmly as he could manage, noticing this movement out of the corner of his eye, “but really I had no conception that—­my little chance visit could have afforded you so much pleasure.”  He moved another step nearer the door, but Bruder Schliemann came across the room quickly and stood in front of him.  His attitude was uncompromising.  A dark and terrible expression had come into his face.

“But it was not by chance that you came, Bruder Harris,” he said so that all the room could hear; “surely we have not misunderstood your presence here?” He raised his black eyebrows.

“No, no,” the Englishman hastened to reply, “I was—­I am delighted to be here.  I told you what pleasure it gave me to find myself among you.  Do not misunderstand me, I beg.”  His voice faltered a little, and he had difficulty in finding the words.  More and more, too, he had difficulty in understanding their words.