"Is that all?" he asked when Mark stopped.
"Well, it's enough, isn't it? And now you've got to help him to escape."
"But I didn't swear I'd do that," argued Hacking.
"All right then. Don't. I thought you'd enjoy it."
"We should get into a row. There'd be an awful shine."
"Who's to know it's us? I've got a friend in the country. And I shall
telegraph to him and ask if he'll hide Pomeroy."
Mark was not sufficiently sure of Hacking's discretion or loyalty to
mention Dorward's name. After all this business wasn't just a rag.
"The first thing is for you to go out in the garden and attract
Pomeroy's attention. He's locked in his bedroom."
"But I don't know which is his bedroom," Hacking objected.
"Well, you don't suppose the whole family are locked in their bedrooms,
do you?" asked Mark scornfully.
"But how do you know his bedroom is on this side of the house?"
"I don't," said Mark. "That's what I want to find out. If it's in the
front of the house, I shan't want your help, especially as you're so
funky."
Hacking went out into the garden, and presently he came back with the
news that Pomeroy was waiting outside to talk to Mark over the wall.
"Waiting outside?" Mark repeated. "What do you mean, waiting outside?
How can he be waiting outside when he's locked in his bedroom?"
"But he's not," said Hacking.
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