"I read it." He said in the same careful, quite voice. He'd read it and put it away, and tried hard no to dwell on it. Move on, get over it, you have a business to run. That was very much his motto.
"Posh man. Had an Indian servant following him about." And that was about as much as Harry could tell her, having been more concerned at that point on his own safety considering the murderous rage of the stranger.