Chapter 7

Within the bar, alongside the archway there was a small table occupied by a single figure, a queer, lean, writhen figure, peeping around the arch at the supper party in the adjoining room. In short Fin’s Robespierre! His back was turned towards Fin, but a noise behind him made him jerk his head around nervously, and Fin had a glimpse of his green face distorted with anger and hatred. He did not spot Fin. Fin instantly left the building. I don’t know what it all means, he said to himself, but my job to-night is to f…