Trent's hand fell upon his shoulder, and Da Souza felt as though the claws of a trap had gripped him.
"If you call out I'll throttle you," Trent said.

"Now listen.

Francis is in England and, unless Monty is produced, will tell the whole story.

I shall do the best I can for all of us, but I'm not going to have Monty done to death.

Come, let's have the truth." Da Souza was grey now with a fear greater even than a physical one.