"Those million to one odds. Why did the experiment succeed the second time? I think God's with us. I think God's on our side, and means us to win."
We were all very quiet for a while.
I went over to a wall mirror and examined my face. I took out my little tin of pancake makeup, Marion's clever idea, and spread some thinly on the scars of the blast: the little pink almost-healed scars that ran across the bridge of my nose and scattered out fanwise toward my ears. We were dealing with cleverness beyond thought, and every tiny giveaway must be taken care of.
"Jerry Wolfe died," I said, still peering in the mirror, "because he was taken unawares, because he hadn't prepared himself to stay incognito among them. I have. I've had my first sight of them, and been terribly shocked, yes; but now I think I'll be all right. I'm ready to go."
"Up to London?"
"Yes."
"We'll all go."
"In a bunch? I don't think."
"No, in pairs and trios. But there's no sense in any of us frettin' here without news from you." The Colonel was firm. "The motors are below. Ready, you chaps?"