"Eight black," the croupier intoned a moment later. The crowd ooh'ed and aah'ed.
"Well," said Dorlup, and gathered in the chips again.
"Mr. Dorlup?" someone at his shoulder asked.
"Yes, I am Dorlup. What do you want?"
"Come with me."
"What for?"
"Don't make a scene, Mr. Dorlup," the man said in a soft voice. Then in a language which Dorlup had not heard for six months: "It is important that I talk with you."
Dorlup's eyes bulged. "You're an Agent?"
"Come with me, please."
Dorlup told Beti to play with his chips, then followed the man from the gambling room into the bar.