“Now, look at this. That snipe of a bellhop at the Wilton hotel, turns out the gent he touched for cash is quite aboveboard and well-connected. The little blackmailer’s facing six months’ hard labor…” “Blackmail?” Alec said. “What else would you call it? ‘Extortion,’ I suppose one might say to be polite.” “Maybe he was just fightin’ back, the lad I mean; maybe the gent took advantage.” “‘Lad’? Says here he’s twenty; he knows what’s what.”
