Joan Gaunt tried her Roman manner.
“I shall insist on staying. Where are the police?”
“That’s right, call for the men.”
“Where are the police?”
The landlord grinned.
“Can’t say. I’ll take you out the back way, and through the orchard into the fields. It’s getting dark.”
“But we are not going.”
“I shall let the crowd in, ladies, in three minutes. That’s all I have got to say.”
Eve ran upstairs and brought down the three knapsacks.
“Let’s go,” she said, “we’re causing a lot of bother.”