The doors closed, and there was a grunting click of heavy machinery settling into a new position.
"Suppose we telephone to Justin at the Passy house ?" said Victoire.
"What on earth's the good of that ?" said Charolais impatiently.

"Justin knows no more than we do.

How can he know any more ?" "The best thing we can do is to get out," said Bernard, in a shaky voice.
"No, no; he will come.

I haven't given up hope," Victoire protested.
"He's sure to come; and he may need us." "But, hang it all! Suppose the police come! Suppose they ransack his papers....

He hasn't told us what to do ...