You'd better tell me who stabbed you, and I'll get after him." "Ah! But if you get the letter ?" "I shall read it, of course." "But to whom will you show it ?" "Perhaps to my friends here." "Are they bound by your honour ?" "I shall hold them so." There was the glint in Grim's eye now that should warn anyone who knew him that the scent was hot; added to the fact that the rest of his expression suggested waning interest, that look of his forebode fine hunting.
"There's one other I might consult," he admitted casually.

"On my way here I saw one of Feisul's staff captains driving in a cab toward the Jaffa Gate." The instant effect of that remark was to throw the wounded man into a paroxysm of mingled rage and fear.

He almost threw a fit.

His already bloodless face grew ashy grey and livid blue alternately, and he would have screamed at Grim if the cough that began to rack his whole body would have let him.

As it was, he gasped out unintelligible words and sought to make Grim understand by signs.