He looked round and found Jopley's face at his shoulder, seeming even more sullen and evil in the dim greenish glow of the light. The man shook his head.
"It's 'opeless, that's wot the snag is," he said bluntly. "There's alarms orl rahnd the plice — them invisible rye things. A rabbit couldn't get in wivout settin' 'em orf."
"But you were able to get out."
"Yus, I got aht."
"Well, how did you manage it?"
"I said I 'ad ter go aht an' buy some fags."
"I mean," said the Saint with the almost supernatural self-control developed through long association with Hoppy Uniatz, "how did you get out through these alarms?"
Jopley said slowly: "I got aht fru the gates."
"And how will you get back?"
"I'll git back the sime wye. The man ooze watchin' there, 'e knows me, an' 'e phones up to the 'ouse an' ses 'oo it is, an' they ses it's orl right, an' 'e opens the gates an' lets me in."