Wint glanced toward the door of the sitting room. “Yes,” he said.
“Do me a favor?” Sam asked.
“Of course.”
“Keep her there till I come.”
“All right,” Wint agreed. “What—”
But Sam had hung up. Wint went back to Hetty. He decided, for no reason in the world, not to tell her what Sam had asked him to do. She asked, as soon as he came into the sitting room:
“Who was that? Sam O’Brien?”
“Yes.”
“What did he want?”
Wint laughed uneasily, and said: “He just wanted to tell me he was on my side.”