Fay reached upward, fingered his lapel and removed the little silver greyhound. He tossed it to the table
with a quick jerk of his wrist. He stood with folded arms.
“I’m ready to go,â€� he said, “if you won’t trust me—, all the time!â€�
The chief’s eyes narrowed to slits of steel. His fingers reached across the table and snatched up the insignia of the King’s couriers.
“Come here,� he said to Saidee Isaacs.
She glanced at Fay, then moved around the table and stood at Sir Richard’s side.
“You may take this trifle of esteem and fasten it upon Chester’s lapel, again,� the chief said. “We always have a place for men like him.�
Fay overheard the order and stepped swiftly forward.
“I’ll take it,� he said, “on one promise. Just one!�
“And what is that promise I’m to give?� asked Sir Richard smilingly.