text: mustache, and a smaller
  one with a thin, saturnine face--were looking expectantly at Lunt.
  Rainsford and van Riebeek were on their feet. Gus Brannhard leaned over to
  refill his glass, but did not rise.
  
  "Let me have the papers," Lunt said to the beefy stranger.
  
  The other took a folded document