He gave me a host of details, took me out later to see the place where I was to work; a very well-equipped place it was, too, but with only a lad and a doddering old fellow as the staff: explained that they often lost considerably by breakdowns; and then left me to return to Nessa, saying that he must go and arrange about the night's venture.
I found Nessa very dejected, buried in thought, with her knitting on her lap.
"Looks good enough, eh?" I said to cheer her.
It wasn't a success. She did not answer for a while. "Do you trust him?" she asked, looking up at length.
"Why not? He was frank enough; and we should have been in a deuce of a mess without him. It can't be worse even if he gives us away. But he won't. I'm sure of that."
"But about you?"
"Meaning?" I knew what was coming, however.
"You heard what he said about those men being shot. It brought my heart up in my mouth."
"It's no more than we heard at Massen."
"We agreed to try together, remember."