"Only François."
"Your servant!" Steppe frowned. "Can you trust him?"
Ronnie smiled.
"François is discreet," he said complacently.
A shadow passed across Steppe's dark face.
"About the women who come here, yes; but with the police? That is different. Bring him in."
"I assure you, my dear fellow—"
"Bring him here!" roared the other.
Ronnie pressed a bell sulkily.
"François, you were here in the flat on Saturday night, huh?"