Hillerman looked quickly to right and left, then back at his Chief.
"I—I—" But Hillerman seemed to lose the courage he'd screwed up to continue in this direction.
I never considered Hillerman very bright, but I thought him to be honest and loyal.
It was as though he surveyed Hillerman from behind the bulwark of some new and hostile information.
A battery of loudspeakers carried it even into the foyer where Pardeau stopped and turned on Hillerman.
Hillerman's thick lips hung lax, his eyes squinted laboriously as he sought to follow the thread of Cargill's lecture.
He seemed to be both enjoying Hillerman's discomfort and also listening to Cargill's booming words.
There was fear in Hillerman's bearing as he got clumsily to his feet and followed Pardeau.
The frightened Hillerman licked his fat lower lip as he sought for words.