Max was slender, a little less than tall, with features that suggested slightly the
crafty, pointed countenance of a fox. There was about him — aside from the
gun — nothing especially menacing. “The report,” he murmured. “The report
that is being brought to you tonight concerning some new missiles. I thought I
would take it from you. It will be safer in my hands than in yours.” Ausable
moved to an armchair and sat down heavily. “I’m going to raise the devil with
the management this time, and you can bet on it,” he said grimly. “This is the
second time in a month that somebody has got into my room through that
nuisance of a balcony!”