Lady Deigh laughed lightly, then smiled expansively. Sam got the sudden feeling that, in some obscure way, he had served Lady Deigh’s ends, whatever they were. If this little tableau had cost Hart something, that was only justice. But he had been set up, too, and he didn’t like it. In the past, whenever he had been manipulated to serve other people’s ends, bad things had happened. The Lady was playing some sort of game here, and she seemed pleased by Hart’s acceptance of responsibility for Rinaldi. Sam didn’t know enough of what was going on and that worried him.