At that moment the man at the gate came clumping up behind them. Phil felt a gust of uneasiness, but the newcomer merely treated them all to a big, innocent grin that brought out all the handsomeness of his faun-like face.
"Me press, too," he announced happily. "Introducing to each you Dion da Silva. Much delight."
Frobisher seemed about to melt with gratification, though da Silva's gaiety was undoubtedly generally contagious. "What paper?" Frobisher asked.
Phil noted that Opperly was studying the newcomer intently. The latter was having trouble with Frobisher's question.
"Mean what?" he countered, drawing his shaggy eyebrows together in a frown.
"La Prensa," Opperly supplied suddenly. "Mr. da Silva represents La Prensa."
"Is so. Thank you," da Silva confirmed.
Phil could have sworn that Opperly had never seen da Silva before and that da Silva had never heard of La Prensa.
However, Frobisher seemed to accept the explanation. "Come in, come in, gentlemen," he urged, fluttering backward. "I'm sure you'll first want to tour our little establishment and have a peek at all our projects. Story background, you know."
"I'm sure they'll want to go straight to Garnett and get the story itself," Opperly assured him. "Where is Winston anyway, Hugo?"