“Not just at the moment. I’ve had him removed for a bit. He’ll doubtless return as soon as I’ve gone. I thought it would be simpler to have my own doorkeeper.”
“What did the Soudanese say, though?”
“Which Soudanese?”
“The Soudanese who is outside the door.”
“Oh, him? He didn’t say anything.”
“This is a serious breach of rules for you to be here, you know,” said Ilam. “And I must ask you to go.”
“I really can’t go just yet,” said Jetsam.
“What are you doing here?”
“Nothing,” said Jetsam; “except nursing this revolver. I’m going to do something soon.”
Both the bank-clerk and Mr. Gloucester looked up. They even went so far as to glance at their employer for instructions; but their employer seemed to avoid the eyes of the underlings. Then Mr. Gloucester spoke in a low tone to the clerk, and the clerk replied, and some bags of gold were bundled into a coffer and the coffer locked and double-locked, and the bank-clerk murmured respectfully: