Norris, entering then with the pickaxe and two crowbars across his shoulders, put an end to Gees’ questioning. With— “Well, we mustn’t waste time, Miss Norris, and I expect I shall be seeing you later,” Gees turned to the doorway, and Norris followed him out to the car.
He stopped, there, to get out two fairly large electric torches— “one for you and one for me, in case we need ’em— have to go up to the attics,” he explained— and a .32-bore Webley automatic pistol, all of which he had in readiness in the side pockets of the car. Then he relieved Norris of one of the crowbars and shouldered it.
“Fair division— you’re bigger than I am,” he observed. “We’ll walk and leave the car here— the distance is next to nothing.”
“Over a mile, altogether,” Norris said. “But that’s not much.”
With no
