active than father’s. Will you—will you keep them from killing Dolph? Will you?”
“Surely.”
“And you mustn’t let Dolph know,” she insisted, “and if he does find out you’re watching them, you mustn’t tell him I got you to. He’d be angry with me. I asked him to send for you, but he—” She broke off, looking embarrassed: I supposed her husband had mentioned my lack of success in keeping Kavalov alive. “But he wouldn’t.”
“How long have they been back?”
“Since the day before yesterday.”
“Any demonstrations?”
“You mean things like happened before? I don’t know. Dolph would hide them from me.”
“I’ll be down tomorrow,” I promised. “If you’ll take my advice you’ll tell your husband that you’ve employed me, but I won’t tell him if you don’t.”
“And you won’t let them harm Dolph?”
I promised to do my best, took some money away from her, gave her a receipt, and bowed her out.
Shortly after dark that evening I reached Farewell.