She contrived to tear away Grim's mask and to expose the man's real feelings.
He was always an enigma to me until that interview, at which they squatted facing each other on Grim's mat, with me beside Grim and the Sikh and Ali Baba glaring daggers at each other on either hand.

The early sun seemed to edge everybody with a sort of aura, but it also showed every detail of a face and made it next to impossible to hide emotion.
She opened the ball.

I imagine she had been doing that most of her life.
"Jimgrim," she said.

"Jimgrim.

Are you by any chance the American named James Grim, who fought with Lawrence in Allenby's campaign ?" Grim astonished us all by admitting it at once.