His voice was hoarse but forceful. “But you would do well to speak more quietly about the commissioner’s sins. His ears are everywhere. There are men who would welcome a revolution, but we are few.” “Then why don’t you just leave?” Senlin said with disarming honesty, peeling Tarrou’s hand from his arm. Tarrou looked as if he’d been pricked. “Of course, I am. In the morning.” “I need another glass before I dive after that little fable,” Senlin said.
