"Got something here, huh?"
He pulled out an envelope. There was a wax seal on the back.
"'The photograph'?" he read and frowned at the other.
"It is mine," said Moropulos.
"Nothing to do with the business?"
"Nothing."
Steppe threw it back and turned the dial.
"Nothing new, huh?"
He glanced at the barley water again.
"Where's Sault?"