“Did you see his face?”
“Quite well. It was the face of a man watching and listening with the closest attention. He was smiling slightly, too, as if something that had just happened had satisfied him. I knew he had heard the rustle of my robe as I slipped to the ground.”
“But why should that please him?”
“It told him that I was there, that I was attentive too.”
Renfrew's face slightly darkened.
“As I looked, I saw what he was holding in his hands.”
“What was it—a dagger—a staff?”
“A serpent.”
Renfrew could not repress an exclamation.