Getting him out, however, offered difficulties. He was a very big old gentleman, and they were little women.
"We might call the police—"
"Oh, Emily—"
"Well, if you can suggest anything better. We must close the shop."
"We might put him in a taxi—and send him home."
"He probably hasn't any home."
"Don't be so pessimistic—he certainly has money."
"You don't know where he got it. You can't be too careful, Jean—"
The girl, touching the old man's shoulder, asked, "Where do you live?"
He murmured indistinctly.