15: To Him Who Waits
WILLIE got up. He took his hands out of his pockets and stood in front of Callaghan's desk, his face above the beam from the desk light.
Callaghan, his chair tilted on to its back legs, could not see Willie's face distinctly. He saw the suggestion of it.
Willie was still quite relaxed. Callaghan could see that his fingers were loosely curled into the palms of his hands. He thought vaguely that Willie was pretty good, that he didn't frighten easily.
Willie stood there for a moment and then sat down again. There was almost complete silence in the office. Callaghan fancied he could hear his wrist-watch ticking and his own heart beating.
'So you're still a blackmailer,' said Willie quietly. 'But I suppose that one should sometimes take notice of blackmailers— they can
