“Can I go?” Edwin suggested.
“No. I can explain to him quicker than you.”
“You’ll never find your way in this fog.”
“Bosh, man! D’you think I don’t know the town as well as you? Besides, it’s lifted considerably.”
By a common impulse they tiptoed to the window at the end of the corridor. Across the lawn could be dimly discerned a gleam through the trees.
“I’ll come with you,” said Edwin.
“You’d much better stay here—in case.”
“Shall I go into the bedroom?”
“Certainly.”
Charlie turned to descend the stairs.