"About what?"
"Who brought me here? Who—" he rubbed a hand across his chin. "Who cleaned me up and shaved me?"
"Mr. Clifford."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I imagine he had a reason."
"Where is he now?"
"I don't know. In China perhaps—South America—India."
Lee smiled wryly. "Okay—okay. Ask a foolish question, you get a foolish answer."
"I spoke the truth."
"What is he? A traveling sales man?"