"Well, I've seen some peculiar things," said Hendley. "Even that water
polo match where you fished me out--by the way, I didn't have a chance
to thank you properly." The young man brushed aside his gratitude.
Hendley went on talking. "They play kind of rough. One of those men
came out with a broken arm. It's hardly what you'd call playing for
fun."
The young man raised a quizzical eyebrow--one only in an exaggerated
arch. The controlled boredom of his expression was deceptive. His
face was in fact remarkably expressive, but each reaction seemed
deliberately languid. He was, Hendley guessed, several years younger
than Hendley's own thirty-three years, but he gave the impression of a
sophisticated worldliness which Hendley could not approach.
"You call hurting people fun?" Hendley demanded.