"No."
"We go to prison. At least, one of us does. I'm not quite sure which."
"I hope it's you," said Celia.
"As a matter of fact I believe it is. However, we shall know when the inspector comes round."
"If it's you," she went on, "I shall send you in a file, with which you can cut through your chains and escape. It will be concealed in a loaf of bread, so that your gaolers shan't suspect."
"Probably I shouldn't suspect either, until I had bitten on it suddenly. Perhaps you'd better not bother. It would be simpler if you got Jane's card to-morrow instead."
"But of course I will. That is to say, I'll tell Jane to get it herself. It's her cinema evening out."
Once a week Jane leaves us and goes to a cinema. Her life is full of variety.
Ten days elapsed, and then one evening I said—— At least I didn't. Before I could get it out Celia interrupted:
"No, not yet. You see, there's been a hitch."