“I know that.”
“Very capable.”
“Yes.”
“And entirely unscrupulous.”
She nodded her head, not in the least surprised.
“I thought so,” she said.
There was a moment of silence. We heard the murmur of waters against our bows.
“He’s something like that,” she said, pointing out over the dark sea. “A blind, remorseless force; isn’t he?”
“But more subtle.”
“Oh! Is he?”