Bowdler pushed Grundy and Helen towards Comstock and snapped, "Later, later. For now, all I can say is that I am fed up with the unfairness of the way our world is being run. I went out into your world to try and find rebels to use as the nucleus for a revolution. But there's no time now for any further explanations. Listen to me carefully. The guards at the front entrance would recognize you, Comstock, even in that uniform, so you must escape by the back exit. To get to it, turn right when you leave here, go to the end of the long hall, and then turn left, follow that passage to its end and then turn right. That'll lead you to the garage. Commandeer a car and go to 14 Anthony Comstock Road. I'll join you as soon as I safely can."
"Right, left, right," Grundy said. "Okay, Bowdler. I hope you can join us soon!"
"Before you go," Bowdler said, "Sock me on the jaw."
Grundy asked, "Hit you? Why should I?"
"Do as he says," Helen said impatiently. "He has to have an alibi for our escape."
Closing his eyes, Grundy lashed out suddenly. His fist missed Bowdler's chin and landed high on his cheek near Bowdler's eye. He snorted in annoyance, but said, "All right, all right, that'll have to do. Now run!"
Throwing himself on the thickly carpeted floor he imitated the truly unconscious man who was slumped there.
Lifting his head he said, "Beat it! Go on ... hurry!"
They left.