"What do you want, Sault?"
Ambrose looked round at the waiting servant. "You," he said. "I want to know the truth first—that man should go."
Ronnie flushed angrily. "I certainly cannot allow you to decide whether my servant goes or remains. Have you come from Mr. Steppe?"
Ambrose hesitated. Perhaps it was a confidential message from Steppe, thought Ronnie. This uncouth fellow often served as a messenger.
"Wait outside the door, François—no, outside the lobby door."
"I haven't come from Steppe."
Suddenly Ronnie remembered. "Steppe said you had gone to the country with Moropulos—where is he?"
"Dead."
Ronnie staggered back, his pale face working. He had a horror of death.
"Dead?" he said hollowly, and Sault nodded.