"What!"
"Give yourself up. Then they'll give you a lawyer and things. And it will be his business to look for the coat."
"I couldn't do that. I just couldn't, What's-Your-Name."
"Erica."
"Erica. The thought of having a key turned on me gives me the jitters."
"Claustrophobia?"
"Yes. I don't really mind closed spaces as long as I know that I can get out. Caves and things. But to have a key turned on me, and then to have nothing to do but sit and think of — I just couldn't do it."
"No, I suppose you couldn't, if you feel like that about it. It's a pity. It's much the most sensible way. What are you going to do now?"
"Sleep out again, I suppose. There's no rain coming."
"Haven't you any friends who'd look after you?"