Norman swallowed, walked out into the blessed sunlight. No one tried to stop him.
He didn't draw an easy breath until they were back in his car, the insulation suit tucked under the seat.
"Well," he said triumphantly as they sped from the alley onto a broad thoroughfare, "that's one."
"One!" cried the Duchess. "You're not going to try to get any more?"
"We need hundreds," he assured her.
She stared at him in awe. "Hundreds!" Then she began to laugh. "Well, the Lord helps those who help themselves."
They drove along for a few minutes in silence.
"Listen," said the Duchess suddenly. "You need more insulation suits. I know how they can be obtained."
"How?"