Kangaroo looked puzzled, and his face took a heavy, stupid look.
“He wouldn’t want you to touch him,” he barked. “He didn’t offer to shake hands, did he?”
“No, thank goodness,” said Somers, thinking of the red, dry, thin-skinned hand.
There was a hostile silence from Kangaroo. He knew that this subtle, attractive Somers with the faint glow about him, like an aura, was venomous. And yet he was helplessly attracted to him.
“And what do you mean about his being something? Some more Trewhella?”
“Perhaps. I couldn’t help feeling that Struthers was shrewder than you are—in a way baser—but for that reason more likely to be effectual.”
Kangaroo watched Richard for a long time in silence.
“I know why Trewhella took you there,” he said sulkily.
“Why?”
“Oh, I know why. And what have you decided?”