Mr. East had grown red in the face, he was indignant, hurt, and soon would be pugnacious.
Ronnie got to his feet and the listening François heard the door open.
"Get out, please," said Ronnie pleasantly. "I don't wish to hurt you—but get out."
The man was speechless.
"I am going to a lawyer," he blustered, "I won't soil my hands with you."
"I think you are very wise," said Ronnie and closed the door on him.
On the mat outside, Mr. East stood for at least five minutes thinking, or trying to think.
"He's been drinking!" he said hollowly, and, had he consulted Parker, his suspicions would have received support.
François heard his employer's summons and came from his tiny compartment.
"I am going out," said Ronnie.