"You can't go off like this, Miss Nancy," she exclaimed. "Let me fetch a policeman to come with you."
Nancy shook her head. "There's no time for that," she replied. "Besides, what can we possibly say to a policeman? If we tried to explain he'd only think we were mad."
"You're right, miss," broke in Joe. "This 'ere's a job wot's got to be done quick, an' the sooner we get to it the better."
"Come along then," returned Nancy. "I'm ready."
She led the way out through the scullery door and, pulling open the iron gate, turned to Joe, who had followed closely on her heels.
"You give the orders," she said, "and I'll do whatever you tell me."
The light of the street lamp was shining full upon her face, and Joe paused for a moment to inspect her admiringly.
"You got some sense, you 'ave," he observed, "and guts too."
"I hope so," said Nancy. "Anyhow, I've got the revolver, and that seems to me to be almost as useful."
With a chuckle Joe swung on to the pavement, and, turning to the left, headed eastward in the direction of Flood Lane.