“My mistress bade me do so. I have little choice in my obedience.” Roiben tucked his long fingers into the pockets of the coat. He spoke matter-of-factly, as though he was bored by his own answers. “Right,” Kaye said. “So if she told you to jump off a bridge . . . ?” “Exactly.” There was no irony in his tone. “Shall I consider that your second question?”
