"There's a light there." Piers strode in, and waited for him.

Seen by the light of the gas that burned there, his face was pale and set in lines of iron determination.
His eyes shone out of it like the eyes of an infuriated wild beast.
"Do you know what I've come for ?" he said, as Tudor shambled into the room.
Tudor looked him over briefly and comprehensively.

"No, I don't," he said.

"I hoped I'd seen the last of you." His words were as brief as his look.

It was obvious that he had no intention of wasting time in mere courtesy.
Piers' lips tightened at his tone.