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“Oh, we’ll come quietly,” the Savage answered, dabbing alternately a cut lip, a
scratched neck, and a bitten left hand.

Still keeping his handkerchief to his bleeding nose Helmholtz nodded in con-
firmation.
Awake and having recovered the use of his legs, Bernard had chosen this mo-
ment to move as inconspicuously as he could towards the door.
“Hi, you there,” called the Sergeant, and a swine-masked policeman hurried
across the room and laid a hand on the young man’s shoulder.
Bernard turned with an expression of indignant innocence. Escaping? He
hadn’t dreamed of such a thing. “Though what on earth you want me for,”
he said to the Sergeant, “I really can’t imagine.”
“You’re a friend of the prisoner’s, aren’t you?”

“Well .” said Bernard, and hesitated. No, he really couldn’t deny it. “Why
shouldn’t I be?” he asked.
“Come on then,” said the Sergeant, and led the way towards the door and the
waiting police car.

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