Press less than justice," he said, with a touch of proprietorial complacency.
"No doubt!" The answering smile was a little dour. "But that is between you—and, shall we say?—the Council of Seven."
In spite of an iron will, Saul Hartz started at the rather sinister deliberation of the words. "For the present, if you don't mind, let us keep to Garland." The attempt at rebuke was not altogether successful.
"Wiser, no doubt." Wygram, politely nonchalant, pointed to the silver box. The visitor warily took a second cigarette. "Garland was the only one of his kind." Wygram's voice grew curiously soft. "And his case, looking at it 'in the round,' opened a door in my experience."
"That I can readily believe." Saul Hartz had no afterthought. "From the details the Office has been able to glean, the full story of Garland's death might be the biggest 'scoop' of modern times."
