Then she flung herself on to the bed and drew the blanket up to her chin.
"How long will he stay like that ?" she whispered, pointing to the warder, who was sitting on the floor with his arms folded and his eyes closed.
"Half an hour or so," Quest answered.

"Don't bother about him.

I shall drop the key back through the window." A moment or two later, Quest walked deliberately down the corridor of the prison, crossed the pavement and stepped into a taxicab.

He reached Georgia Square at five minutes to three.

A glance up and down assured him that the house was unwatched.