He picked up the block and carried it back, quietly closed the big doors and locked them, taking time to do it silently.

Then, in a glow of satisfaction with his work, he climbed slowly into the car, settled down luxuriously in the driver's seat, eased off the brake, and with a little lurch of his body forward started the car rolling down the driveway.
There was a risk, of course, in coasting out on to the street with no lights, but he took it cheerfully, planning to dodge if he saw the lights of another car coming.

It pleased him to remember that the street inclined toward the bay.

He rolled past the house without a betraying sound, dipped over the curb to the asphalt, swung the car townward, and coasted nearly half a block with the ignition switch on before he pushed up the throttle, let in his clutch, and got the answering chug-chug of the engine.

With the lights on full he went purring down the street in the misty fog, pleased with himself and his mission..