The two Greeks, black shadows, threatening, slid out of the darkness and stood between him and the door. The shaded light glittered on their razors.
“You mustn’t let them touch me before I explain,” George said quickly, not liking the expressions on the Greeks’ faces. “That’s why I’ve come.”
Max straightened slowly. He put his veined hands on the counter, and his pale tongue touched the corners of his lips.
“Leave him be,” he said to the Greeks.
There was a long pause. They did not seem to know what to expect or what to do with him now that they had got him.
George looked uncertainly at the Hebrew, and then at the woman. It seemed to him that since she was in charge of the cash, she should be the one he should address.
“May I tell you about it?” he said, looking at her anxiously.
Again there was a long pause, then Emily leaned forward. “You know what will happen to you, don’t you?” George nodded.
“Then why have you come here?”
He offered her the bundle. Immediately she drew hack, suspicious, alarmed. The two Greeks made a slight movement: two blades of light danced on the ceiling as they lifted their razors.