"Oh, don't rub it in! The question now is not what I ought to have done, but what am I to do now?"
"What do you intend to do?"
"I haven't the slightest idea. I want your advice."
"Oh, no, you don't! Why, you wouldn't even listen to a sensible suggestion."
"What do you call a sensible suggestion?" Cyril cautiously inquired.
"To get the girl out of the nursing home and lose her. And it ought to be done P. D. Q., as the Americans say."
"I shall certainly do nothing of the sort."
"Exactly," cried Campbell triumphantly. "I know you, Lord Quixote; you have some crazy plan in your head. Out with it."
"I haven't a plan, I tell you. Now as I am being followed——"
"I can't believe you are," interrupted Guy.