He followed Gunzi in and sat a couple of tables away. With a loud but unsteady voice he ordered drink. His rough tones were heard even above the din of voices and clatter of glasses; several pairs of eyes, observing him, twinkled significantly. For a while Wenzel remained quiet, drinking steadily, but after a time he shuffled uneasily. "More drink!" he shouted, and a fresh bottle of wine was placed on the table before him. He filled his glass, rose to his feet, and banged loudly. The noise of argument ceased, and he became a centre of interest. "Here ... here's to the Commune!" he toasted, and with a wavering hand, which caused the wine to slop over the rim of the glass down the front of his clothes, he guided the glass to his lips and drank heavily. "Hear! Hear!" There was an echoing chorus, and the toast was drunk. Wenzel refilled his glass, and once again pounded on the table. "And--and damnation--to all Whites!" he bellowed. There was muttered laughter. The fellow was becoming amusing, and for the sake of the fun they began to encourage him. Once again they drank his toast. "Go on, go on!" some one called out encouragingly. Wenzel blinked, his head wagged stupidly from side to side. "And death to all those who say otherwise," he hiccupped, and drained a third glass. There was an unrestrained roar of laughter: "Keep it up, keep it up!" Wenzel refilled his glass, the wine spilling all over the table in the effort: "And may--the--damned traitor Apor--die soon." There was a silence. This was news. "What's that you say? Who is Apor?" Questions were hurled at him from all quarters of the tavern. Wenzel looked blearily around. "What! Have you not heard yet of the arrest of Apor, assistant--assistant to Comrade Eugene Hamburger, Commissary for--for--for Agriculture?" he asked thickly. There was a stir of interest. "No, no. Tell us, friend." "Tell you! Why not? Have I not heard the story from Comrade Hamburger himself? This Apor was a good Communist, yet secrets of the Soviet drifted out, and the Council wondered why. One--one day a detective searched this Apor's correspondence. What do you think he found, friends?" He paused dramatically, and looked round with a triumphant grin. "He discovered, comrades, that Apor was a spy, corresponding with Vienna, acting for the Whites." There was a wild roar of anger from his listeners, but Wenzel held up a shaking hand. "Peace--peace, friends. There is more to tell you. Not only was Apor a spy for the Whites, he was also acting for one of whom we have all heard ... heard. The White Knight, friends, the White Knight." There was a momentous silence, broken only by a gasp from Gunzi. Then, suddenly, the tavern resounded with hoarse cries of anger. Many rose to their feet. "Death to the traitor, death! Hang him! Torture him! Make him confess! Make him tell of the White Knight!"