Quayle said: "I see.... Well, we couldn't have a better man working for us than Kiernan even if we're not supposed to know it."
Guelvada yawned. He looked extremely bored. Quayle looked at him quickly. He asked: "What's on your mind, Ernest?"
"Nothing," Guelvada answered. "Nothing at all... I was just thinking." He stubbed out his cigarette; picked up another from the silver box with slim, well-kept fingers.
Quayle said: "Don't be mysterious. What were you thinking?"
Guelvada shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Consider Kiernan. Here is a man who is contained, self-reliant and strong. But definitely a man! We know his record. We know what he did in the war. As an agent he was quite superb. So this man meets Nielecki, who gives him some information, for which Kiernan gives him fifty p
