Any hearing less sharp than his own wouldn't be able to hear Vesper's response: "I'm sorry," she whispers, "I'm so sorry," as he's pulled past her cell.

Stonefell keeps one hand locked around Phil's arm as he maneuvers him up the narrow stone stairs, emerging into another stone corridor only slightly less fetid than the one below. A few yards down the corridor, he shoves him through another door, into a stark officelike room; seated at a desk and poring through a box of papers is Anders, who looks up in annoyance at the interruption -- and then startlement as he sees who it is.

"Anders," Stonefell announces, "here's a treat for you, what do you say?"