Bertram relayed directions he gained from the clerk through the speaking tube, but neither of them could hear Rory and my conversation. ‘What on earth do you think you are doing?’ I protested. ‘I am doing what you wanted,’ said Rory. ‘I am doing my best to free this Fitzroy chap.’ ‘But we cannot take on – take on! – whoever they are. We are not Fitzroys.’ ‘I dinnae see we have much option,’ said Rory, lapsing back into Scots. ‘Frae what ye telt me his whole department think the mannie deid. And we certainly cannae go tae the pol-ice. It down to us. Unless ye want to let the man die.’ ‘Damn Fitzroy,’ I said with feeling. ‘Say the word and I will happily turn the automobile around and leave him to his fate.’ ‘And the clerk?’ ‘Och, if we leave him in the countryside somewhere there’s no reason he should ever be able to find us. Even Bertram has had the sense not to use our names.’ I sighed.
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