They would not be there, and it was because of Brunholm. "When do we meet?" The harshness had crept back into Danny's voice. "Tomorrow," Longford said. "But first you have to rest. You've had a bad time. We have a room all ready for you. Come with me." Longford led Danny out of the room and down a crooked little corridor. Danny stifled a yawn. He couldn't remember the last time he had had a proper night's sleep. "Er, by the way, did anyone help you escape?" Longford queried. "I mean, you didn't get to Westwald on your own." "No, of course not. There was a man called Starling. He got me to the ship." "You don't recall the name of the ship, by any chance?" "No," Danny said truthfully. "I was upset...." "Yes, of course. And this Starling?" The lie was out of Danny's mouth before he knew it. "He brought me to the ship and then disappeared with the money. He didn't get on board I never saw him after that." "I see. Ah well." Why had he protected Starling? The words that Starling had used came into his head: "I import hope." Longford opened a door.
