"Well, it's enough, isn't it? And now you've got to help him to escape."
"But I didn't swear I'd do that," argued Hacking.
"All right then. Don't. I thought you'd enjoy it."
"We should get into a row. There'd be an awful shine."
"Who's to know it's us? I've got a friend in the country. And I shall telegraph to him and ask if he'll hide Pomeroy."
Mark was not sufficiently sure of Hacking's discretion or loyalty to mention Dorward's name. After all this business wasn't just a rag.
"The first thing is for you to go out in the garden and attract Pomeroy's attention. He's locked in his bedroom."
"But I don't know which is his bedroom," Hacking objected.
"Well, you don't suppose the whole family are locked in their bedrooms, do you?" asked Mark scornfully.
"But how do you know his bedroom is on this side of the house?"