Crumweather pushed his bushy eyebrows together in level speculation, pushed his glasses up on his nose, and looked me over with cold, hard appraisal. He tried to soften the severity of his eyes by freezing his lips into a smile.
“What have you been doing since I saw you last, Lam?”
“Thinking.”
“That was clever, that idea of yours about the oil company— Now tell me, Lam, just what made you use that approach.”
“I thought it would be a good one.”
“It was a good one, very good indeed! Too good. Now, I want to know who put you up to it.”
“No one.”
“There’s been a leak somewhere. Someone has been talking about me. A man in my position can’t afford to have his professional reputation questioned.”
“I understand that.”
“Rumours have a way of traveling, getting garbled, distorted out of all sense of proportion.”