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That evening, after tea had been served in ominous silence by the same two menservants who had waited at lunch, Michael Prenderby crossed the room and spoke confidentially to Abbershaw.
"I say," he said awkwardly, "poor old Jeanne has got the wind up pretty badly. Do you think we've got an earthly chance of making a bolt for it? " He paused, and then went on again quickly, "Can't we hatch out a scheme of some sort? Between you and me, I'm feeling a bit desperate."