"All right—if we can get through."
"You'll get through all right." His voice had the tone of finality.
"I'm to go by myself then?"
"Well—if I've got to drive Mrs. Rankin—"
She thought: It's going to be dangerous.
"By the way, I haven't told her I'm sending you. You don't want her butting in and going with you."
"No. I certainly don't want Trixie…. And look here, I don't particularly want those men. Much better leave them here where they're safe and send in again for them."
"I don't know that I can send in again. We're supposed to have finished this job. The cars may be wanted for anything. They'll be all right."
"I don't like taking them."
"You're making difficulties," he said. He was irritable and hurried; he had kept on turning and looking up the street as though he thought the lieutenant might appear again at any minute.