“Here he comes!” said Billy, and Sargon was led out.
There was a silence as he passed through the hall to the rotating door. And upon Sargon, it seemed to Bobby, there rested a hitherto unnoted dignity. He looked neither to the right nor the left, and his eyes were exceedingly mournful.
“But what will they do with him?” asked Bobby.
“You don’t happen to know him, sir?” asked the superior officer abruptly.
“Not a bit!” said Billy, taking the answer out of Bobby’s mouth. “Never seen him before. We just came in here to see what was up.”
And by his silence Bobby acquiesced.
“I’ve got no power to move you on here,” said the police officer, and smiled a suggestion of inopportuneness to Billy, and motioned to his satellites that the business there was at an end.
“We’d better go home,” said Billy, interpreting the smile.
§ 7
The three friends sat round a fire in the white room with the purple curtains, and Bobby poured out his regret that he had denied Sargon. “They’ve taken him off, Tessy,” he said for the third time, “and I do not know what they will do with him.”