Darting a glance to either side, Danny Hislop had a sudden feeling that the whites of his eyes were beginning to show. 'Suppose we go upstairs?' said Sybilla comfortably. 'I think the steward is waiting to take us. That is, if you really want to hear us talk about our intimate family affairs in your presence. Otherwise I am sure they will make you very welcome elsewhere.' She like her bloody son.