“I want to know if you had me fired,” said Martin, simply.
Roberts became placid at once. He waved his slender hands and, half-closing his eyes, smiled patronizingly.
“Surely you do not—” he began, when Martin cut him off.
“Surely, hell. I wondered. I thought it was probable.”
Roberts still watched him from under his lids.
“I don’t understand.”
“I said I’m fired.”
“Well?”
“I want to know why.”
Roberts folded his hands. It was almost a gesture of dismissal.