"A splendid man," he repeated senselessly. "And you want to get me away. Tha's kind—kind."
"I've a car outside if we could only reach it."
That was a droll thing to say, but it sounded real. He answered as though someone had actually spoken of a car outside and a chance of reaching it.
"Not a hope."
The bottle was empty now, which was a good thing.
"There must be. The windows!"
He shook his head as she ran toward them. If the beautiful lady wanted to play the escape game he might as well take an intelligent interest and play it sensibly.
"No good," said he. "Soon as you lift the shutter bar an alarm starts ringing and they all rush in."
"S'pose we did that," said Auriole with a sudden idea. "Worked in the dark, started the bell, and when they came in made a dash for it."
Sensible talk this, he must reply sensibly.