Luke did not answer. He was tugging at the door.
Breil's heavy hand fell on Luke's arm.
"Here! Stop that!" he bellowed. "Where d'you think you're goin'?"
"Get away!" shouted Luke. "I'm going out."
The door leaped open. The howls of the mob beat upon the two men's faces.
Breil thrust his lips against Luke's ear.
"Are you crazy?" he yelled.
"Yes!" said Luke.
He slipped through the door.
Facciolati was there, white-faced, standing behind his soldiers.