Rena looked at him wide-eyed. "But, please, I asked you. You suggested
letting him study the exhibits."
Benedetto nodded. "True, Slovetski," he said gravely. "You ordered her
to attend until our--conference was over."
The flame surged wildly in Slovetski's eyes--not at me. But he got it
under control. He said, "Take him away." He did not do me the courtesy
of looking my way again. Rena took me by the hand and led me off,
closing the door behind us.
As soon as we were outside, I heard a sharp babble of argument, but
I could make out no words through the door. I didn't need to; I knew
exactly what they were saying.
This was the proposition: _Resolved, that the easiest thing to do is
put Wills out of the way permanently_. And with Slovetski's fiery eyes
urging the positive, what eager debater would say him nay?
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