The door swung silently open.
"Mr. Idepski!" The announcement was made in a carefully modulated tone.
The agent passed into the great man's presence, slim, dark, confident. Then the door closed without a sound.
"Well?"
There was no cordiality in the greeting. That was not Hellbeam's way with a paid agent.
Idepski walked across to the chair always waiting to receive a visitor and sat down.
"May I sit?" he inquired coolly, after the operation had been performed.
Hellbeam nodded.
"Well?" he repeated.
The agent laid his hat on the ornate desk, and removed his gloves with care and deliberation.