I had had a long day (у меня был долгий день) and I was tired of Rollo Martins (и я устал от Ролло Мартинса). I said to Paine (я сказал Пейну): "See him safely into Sacher's (проводи его безопасно в /гостиницу/ Захера). Don't hit him again (не бей его снова) if he behaves (если он будет вести себя хорошо)," and turning away from both of them towards the inner bar (и, поворачивая прочь от них обоих к внутреннему бару) (I deserved one more drink) (я заслуживал еще одну рюмку; drink — питье; напиток; алкогольный напиток; глоток, стакан), I heard Paine say respectfully to the man he had just knocked down (я услышал, как Пейн говорит уважительно человеку, которого он только что сбил с ног; to knock down — сбить с ног: «вниз»), "This way, sir (сюда, сэр). It's only just around the corner (это всего лишь сразу за углом)."

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He pushed the table over with one hand and made a dive at me with the other; the drink confused his calculations. Before he could try again my driver had his arms round him. I said, "Don't treat him roughly. He's only a writer with too much drink in him."

"Be quiet, can't you, sir," my driver said. He had an exaggerated sense of officer-class. He would probably have called Lime "sir."

"Listen, Callaghan, or whatever your bloody name is ..."

"Сalloway. I'm English, not Irish."

"I'm going to make you look the biggest bloody fool in Vienna. There's one dead man you aren't going to pin your unsolved crimes on."

"I see. You're going to find me the real criminal? It sounds like one of your stories."

"You can let me go, Callaghan, I'd rather make you look the fool you are than black your bloody eye. You'd only have to go to bed for a few days with a black eye. But when I've finished with you you'll leave Vienna."

I took out a couple of pounds' worth of Bafs and stuck them in his breast pocket. "These will see you through tonight," I said, "and I'll make sure they keep a seat for you on tomorrow's London plane."

"You can't turn me out. My papers are in order."

"Yes, but this is like other cities: you need money here. If you change sterling on the black market I’ll catch up on you inside twenty-four hours. Let him go."

Rollo Martins dusted himself down. He said, "Thanks for the drinks."

"That's all right."

"I'm glad I don't have to feel grateful. I suppose they were on expenses?"

"Yes."

"I’ll be seeing you again in a week or two when I've got the dope." I knew he was angry: I didn't believe then that he was serious. I thought he was putting over an act to cheer up his self-esteem.

"I might come and see you off tomorrow."

"I shouldn't waste your time. I won't be there."

"Paine here will show you the way to Sacher's. You can get a bed and dinner there. I'll see to that."

He stepped to one side as though to make way for the waiter and slashed out at me: I just avoided him, but stumbled against the table.