You and I can play
the cards in business, particularly when we play them six hundred miles
apart and where it is a case of man to man out on the mat. But outside
this office we play quits! There aren't going to be any more nasty
little personal issues with you, because there aren't going to be any
at all. You're a liar and a hundred per cent bigger one over that little
trinket of a box than if the stakes had been bigger. You hate to give,
unless it's so much for so much. Your sense of fairness is vile! It's
penny mean! Liar!"
With a lowering of head Robert lunged then, his lips dragged to an
oblique, threads of red cut in his eyeballs.
"Eat those words or, by God! I'll ram them down your throat."
"The hell I will."
"Gentlemen!"
They were crowded against the door, their breathing flowing against each
other's face, gestures uplifted.
Her eyes black and her notebook crushed up to her, Lilly's voice rang
out like the crack of a whip, springing them apart. There were a
whiteness and a sense of emptiness upon her and she wanted to crumple up
rather sickly and cry, as if the blows had been diverted to her.
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