"An attack! Good Lord!" said Hickey apprehensively.
"Hickey, where can we get a ten-foot ladder?"
"There's ladders lying around the yard."
"That simplifies matters."
"Are you countin' on carrying a ladder through the streets after midnight? No cop would let you by."
"Ay, there's the rub, as friend Hamlet says. We might cut it in half and rig it as an extension ladder. Then we could carry it inside."
"How about a window-cleaner's ladder? That works up and down on ropes."
"Excellent idea! Do you know any window-cleaners?"
"No, but it's only eight o'clock. The big stores are open for the Christmas trade. You can get most anything at Macymaker's."
"Hickey, sometimes you display almost human intelligence. En avant to Macymaker's!"