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.