"It's smashed."
"And the office?"
"In ruins."
"How about Rann and the men?"
"Bruised—that's all."
"The police came?"
"Cleaned them out."
There was a pause; then Joe and his mother looked at each other with queer expressions on their faces, and suddenly their mellow laughter filled the room.
"Isn't it great, mother? That's what we get!"
"Well, Joe," said his mother, "what do you expect?"