“I ain’t that big a fool!”
“At least give us some water to drink.”
“So you want water?”
Flash was prepared to have the request turned down. To his surprise the guard made no answer. But a minute later he unlocked the door. A beam of light shot across the floor.
“Stand back, all of you,” he ordered, covering the three.
Keeping his back to the door, the chauffeur deposited a bottle of water on the table.
“Help yourselves,” he said.
Flash moved to the table. With pretended eagerness he reached for the bottle. His hand brushed carelessly against it.
Over it went, rolling across the table. He made an elaborate effort to save the contents.
For a fleeting instant the guard’s attention focused suspiciously upon Flash, and his gaze was diverted from Doyle and Major Hartgrove.