"You can stay where you are." He looked at Korentona.
"My apologies," he said, "for being so informal. But I come from the Kor-en, and I had a little trouble. There's a message for you in the pack. You know, of course, where to find it. Who are these two?"
Korentona looked worried. "This one," he pointed at the doorman, "is a trusted employee. He's been with me for years."
He paused, looking at the other man. "But this one, I have never trusted. I'm sure he reports to the police."
Don glanced at the doorman. "My apologies," he said. "You are free to go as you will." He looked closely at the other.
"Is this correct?" he demanded. "Are you a police agent?"
The man nodded. "That's right," he said reluctantly. "I'm supposed to watch this place and report on its visitors."
"Here," Don told him, "is one visitor you won't report." He stopped, considering, then impaled the man with a cold stare.
"Have you ever seen a man bitten by a gersal?"
The man shrugged. "Yeah. What about it?"