“Fine. A little annoyed, that’s all. I had a rather unpleasant talk with Holt earlier.” Da Silva’s eyebrow flicked up. “Is he capable of any other kind?” “Not to you, I should think. How do you tolerate that sort of thing?” “I’m terribly rude, in situations where people can’t hit me. What did he say to annoy you so?” “Oh, nothing worth repeating. I’ll get that excuse underway for tomorrow.”
