"Police after you, old man? We'll hide you. Get into Jim's cage, and they won't know the difference!"
Nell was looking at Ted.
She said quietly, "What is it, Ted?"
"Oh—coming out? Nice day—"
A snort came from the direction of the Atom's bedroom:
"Only fog so thick that a person can't see an inch in front of her! And whichever way you look, you see nothing but mud and mud! But sure 'tis a nice day for London!"
Nell's eyes had met Ted's; she understood.
"Molly, go and put on your things. I'll get ready in a minute."
She led the way into the Stronghold. She turned and faced him.
"What is it?"