"Arms dealers are businessmen. Mild old gents, some of them. I knew there was cowboy potential"—he shrugged—"but hadn’t much way to cover it. Just a bodged-up little exploit." He grinned. "But Milgrim jolted him, sufficient that he left without the gun. Imagine he wants space between it and himself now." He raised a hand, head tilting, listening. "You didn’t. You did . Bugger ."