"Thank you." Skulduggery stepped inside the office and didn't bother with any of the pleasantries, seeing as they'd already met. He barely bothered with the pleasantries even when they were relevant, but that was completely beside the point. He drew the curtains over the window, more for show than because he actually thought a Snake might climb all the way up to the third floor just to spy on them, and produced the revolver.

"Tell me where my Bentley is," he said, "and I'll demonstrate how it works."