Hawk gave Nick a hard stare. "That will be all for right now, Nick. I'll see you after lunch."
Aubrey raised a hand. "But wait — I mean I'd like to hear some of the details. This is amazing and…"
"Later," said Hawk. "Later, Cecil, after we've discussed our own very private business."
Aubrey frowned. Coughed. Then, "Oh, yes. Of course, David. You needn't worry. I keep my bargains."
At the door Nick looked back. He had never seen Hawk in exactly this light before. Of a sudden his boss looked like a wily old cat — a cat with cream smeared all over his whiskers.