Mr.Sabin frowned.
"You are not glad to see me, Annette!" She leaned over the counter.
"For monsieur's own sake," she whispered, "go!" Mr.Sabin stood quite still for a short space of time.
"Can I rest in there for a few minutes ?" he asked, pointing to the door which led into the room beyond.
The woman hesitated.

She looked up at the clock and down again.
"Emil will return," she said, "at three.

Monsieur were best out of the neighbourhood before then.

For ten minutes it might be safe." Mr.Sabin passed forward.

The woman lifted the flap of the counter and followed him.