“We better go in now and face him,” he said. “It’s the first time in my life I been ashamed like this.”
“I’ve kissed a fool,” replied Deane in a soft voice, “and I don’t want to stand here any longer with him!” She bit her lips. “Mr. Roberts will be glad to see you. Come on in.” She opened the door.
“I’ll come,” said Rio, following her.
Martin heard his voice and stood up.
“Hello, Rio,” he called. “That was a short trip.”
Without speaking, Rio went to him. Then he looked around, frowning, saw Roberts, saw the young man he had met in the hall and another, a stranger. Martin watched him with a puzzled expression.
“What the devil?” he asked.
Deane interrupted.
“I believe you know Mr. Roberts, Rio,” she said.