Montclief: “All I’m saying is that questions are now swirling. And also it’s your turn to serve.”
Renniers: “Mine?”
Montclief: “Yes.”
Renniers: “Okay. But understand this before we resume: I did not kill the Baron. Not directly, anyway. Some scores simply settle themselves.”
Montclief: “Indeed they do.” (then mutters to self: “And now that I’m firmly ensconced in your head, let the games begin!”)
Renniers: “Ready?”
Montclief: “Ready.”
Great Exudations 