"I ought to! I've been through a poolroom raid or two, over home!" "In Trieste then, a week from morrow!" She handed him her brandy-flask.
"You may need it," she explained.

He was on his feet by this time, struggling to pull himself together.
"But you can't face that alone," he remonstrated, with a thumb-jerk toward the hall.

"I won't see you touched by those damned rats!" "'Ssssh!" she warned him.

"They can't do anything to me now, except search me for those papers!" "But even that!" "I'll wait until I see you're safely down, then I'll run for the stairs.

They've shut off all the lights outside, in this wing, but if they in any way attempt to ill-treat me, before I get to the main corridor, I'll scream for help!" "But even to search you"-- began Keenan again.
"Yes, I know!" she answered evenly.