"Montlivet, be frank. What do you make of the man?"
I looked down. "He is a compelling man. He has a hero's frame."
"I am not blind. I asked what the frame housed."
With hate in my throat I tried to speak justly. "He has an intelligent mind, but a coward's spirit. I think the two elements war in him ceaselessly. I would not trust him, monsieur. Is he on friendly terms with Pemaou now?"
"I do not know."
"I wish you would find out for me. You have agents."
"Madame de Montlivet could tell you."
I felt Cadillac's eyes. "I shall not question Madame de Montlivet about her cousin."
Perhaps my tone was weary. It is hard to hold up a shield night and day. I was conscious that Cadillac's look altered. He withdrew his glance; he pushed a hand toward me.
"It is a shame, Montlivet."