Beman was forceful, threatening and only incidentally crafty; Sallet was primarily crafty. Peewee did not define this difference in words, but he recognized that his experience of reading faces on the street did not serve him here. He could not tell by watching the lawyer what Sallet was thinking about.
"He'd seen you at Beman's?"
"Yes, sir."
"So of course he recognized you."
"Yes, sir," Peewee replied relievedly.
"In the dark," the lawyer said in a perfectly natural tone.
Peewee stiffened; the relief he had experienced was plainly a delusion.
"Markyn said he found you on the street," Sallet went on. "Then he said you spoke to him. That isn't actually the point. You meet a comparatively strange man on the street; he brings you to me; we decree between us that you're to be taken away, you don't know where. The actual point is this; why haven't you made any objection?"
Peewee stared at him, unable to reply.
