"Regular villain type," murmured Frank, but Amy refused to be
side-tracked.

"And goggles--"

"They all have those," interrupted Roy.

"And a tiny little mustache that looked as if it had got there by
mistake."

"Probably false," suggested Will. "One of the kind you stick on with
molasses--like feathers--"

"Oh, do be sensible," cried Mollie impatiently. "Of course you can't go
holding him up at the point of a gun, but there ought to be something--"

"Give us time, give us time," Allen interrupted. "Wasn't it Antony who had
time and conquered, or something like that--"

"Goodness, anybody'd know you'd been out of school a long time," drawled
Grace scathingly. "Mark Antony, indeed!"

"Well, it was one of those guys, anyway," maintained Allen, with admirable
impartiality. "And you have to admit the sentiment was fine. All we ask is
time--"

"And a little grub," supplemented Will hungrily. "It seems to me I
remember somebody saying a couple of hours ago that we were even then
approaching our destination, and we seem to be getting no nearer