"Where's the key, Charlie?"
"Here."
"You keep it. We'll leave this unlocked—when I'm gone you can lock it after me."
"Yes."
Alan could just make out Charlie's figure at the edge of the tennis court.
"No trouble getting out here, Charlie?"
"No."
"Nobody saw you? Sure?"
"Nobody. I'm supposed to be in bed. I was, but I got up—look how I'm dressed."
He moved to where a yellow glint from a lighted window of the near-by building fell upon him. He wore a long dark dressing gown.