'No. And the bally apparatus is getting considerably hotter than the hinges of the Inferno.' I must apologize for Sir Jasper's language, but you know what baronets are. 'I'm being cooked to a crisp.'
A sudden flash of light seemed to blaze upon Wilfred Mulliner.
'I will release you, Sir Jasper—'
'Well, hurry up, then.'
'On one condition.' Wilfred fixed him with a piercing gaze. 'First, I must have the key.'
'There isn't a key, you idiot. It doesn't lock. It just clicks when you slide Gadget D into Thingummybob E.'
'The key I require is that of the room in which you are holding Angela Purdue a prisoner.'
'What the devil do you mean? Ouch!'
'I will tell you what I mean, Sir Jasper ffinch-ffarrowmere. I am Wilfred Mulliner!'
'Don't be an ass. Wilfred Mulliner has black hair. Yours is red. You must be thinking of someone else.'