His gaze widened, at sight of Herzog standing there, cold and dangerous looking, with a venomous expression in those ill-mated eyes of his.
"Take it, will you ?" jibed the scientist.

"You thief!" Gabriel sprang up so suddenly that his stool clattered over backward on the red-tiled floor.

His big fist clenched and lifted.

But Herzog never flinched.
"Thief!" he repeated, with an ugly thrust of the jaw.

Servile and crawling to his masters, the man was ever arrogant and harsh with those beneath his authority.