Once more they rode for several blocks in a miserable silence, each looking out of his own window.
"I'm sorry I can't drop this painful subject," Greg said at last, "but I've got to know where Mr. Saunders comes in on our case."
"What do you mean? He doesn't come in at all."
"Is he on de Socotra's side?"
"He has nothing to do with politics."
"I see. What does he do?"
"Are you trying to insult him?"
"Not at all. Merely asking for a little information."
"He's very wealthy. He looks after his property and—er—he travels."
"I see. What would your uncle have said about him?"