' Then you follow out."
"No, Mike," said Neddy slowly, but very decisively. "If you don't mind,
it's going to be me as gets out of that window first. I ain't a man of
your eddication, and--well, blast me if I'm going to be left in this
place alone with--that there!" He motioned with his head, back over his
shoulder, towards where silent Mr. Saffron sat.
"You're a blooming ass, Neddy, but have it your own way. Only let me see
the coast's clear first."
He stole to the window and looked around. He assumed that the Sergeant
was at his post, but all the same he wanted to have a look at the road
himself. So he had, and the result was satisfactory. It was hardly to be
expected that he should scrutinize the ground immediately under the
window; at any rate he did not think of that. It was, as Beaumaroy had
conjectured, from another direction, from the parlor, that he anticipated
a possible attack. There all was quiet. He came back and reported to
Neddy that the moment was favorable. "I'll switch off the torch, though,
just in case. You can feel your way; keep to the edge of the steps; don't
knock up against--"
"I'll take damned good care not to!" muttered Neddy, with a little
shiver.
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