[The way his black eyes narrow, mostly by the lower lids bunching, suggests some private working of his intuition. Amusement—not the kindly sort—begins its slow creep into the subtleties of his face.]
I don't believe you. But that's fine. Mister Ralston [—the name crisply articulated—] is due a meeting, anyway; I'll answer to him then.
[Yes. That is exactly what will happen. During that meeting.]
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I don't believe you. But that's fine. Mister Ralston [—the name crisply articulated—] is due a meeting, anyway; I'll answer to him then.
[Yes. That is exactly what will happen. During that meeting.]