"What do you want, sir? There ain't nobody wants to see you here, boss."
Guelvada looked into the placid face of the negress who held the door half-open.
He said: "On the contrary, I assure you somebody does want to see me. Miss Viola Steyning wants to see me. And don't tell me she's not in."
The maid said: "Ah'm tellin' you, boss, Miss Steyning don' want to see nobody. Ah reckons she's not so well."
Guelvada smiled disarmingly. "I assure you she's going to see me. Tell me, where is she?" The dollar bills made a crackling sound—they were new bills. As Guelvada took them from his pocket and folded them, her eyes went towards the sound. Guelvada held out the notes. He repeated: "Where is she?"
The maid said: "She's in the room at the back of the house, boss... end of this corridor. But
