“And we will not get in. That's why I have a tent,” replied the agent, going over to the boot attached to the back bumper of the automobile. He pulled out a wooden box, walked around the car and, in the glare of the headlights, began to erect a temporary canvas shelter. The criminals exchanged disgusted glances.
“You are joking, right?”
“April has only just begun!”
“Calm down!” he stopped pitching the tent. “It's only temporary. Agent Shaw and Miss Grant will be arriving in the morning, so we won't have to worry about hot meals or drinks.”
“Miss Grant?”
“The ‘babe’.”
“Ah. And what? She's going to live in the cottage and we're going to live in the yard like some mongrels?”
“Gentlemen, please!” he stopped working again. He put his hands on his hips and swept the handcuffed men with a
