The starter whined half a turn and the engine caught, and without waiting, Foster gunned it, let in the clutch. The car leaped for the closed doors, and I ducked, then saw the doors snap aside as the low-slung car roared out into the night. We took the first turn in the drive at forty, and rounded onto the highway at sixty, tires screaming. I took a look back, and caught a glimpse of the house, its stately facade white in the moonlight--and then we were out of sight. "What's it all about?" I called over the rush of air. The needle touched ninety, kept going. "Later," Foster barked. I didn't feel like arguing. I watched the mirror for a few minutes, wondering where all the cops were tonight. Then I settled down in the padded seat and watched the speedometer eat up the miles. CHAPTER III It was nearly four-thirty and a tentative grey streak showed through the palm fronds to the east before I broke the silence. "By the way," I said. "What was the routine with the steel shutters and the bullet-proof glass in the kitchen, and the handy home model machine gun covering the front door? Mice bad around the place, are they?" "Those things were necessary--and more." "Now that the short hairs along my spine have relaxed," I said, "The whole thing looks pretty silly. We've run far enough now to be able to stop and turn around and stick our tongues out." "Not yet--not for a while." "Why don't we just go back home," I went on, "and--" "No!" Foster said sharply. "I want your word on that, Legion. No matter what--don't ever go near that house again." "It'll be daylight soon," I said. "We'll feel pretty asinine about this little trip after the sun comes up, but don't worry, I won't tell anybody--" "We've got to keep moving," Foster said. "At the next town, I'll telephone for seats on a flight from Miami." "Hold on," I said. "You're raving. What about your house? We didn't even stick around long enough to make sure the TV was turned off. And what about passports, and money, and luggage? And what makes you think I'm going with you?" "I've kept myself in readiness for this emergency," Foster said. "There are disposition instructions for the house on file with a legal firm in Jacksonville. There is nothing to connect me with my former life, once I've changed my name and disappeared. As for the rest--we can buy luggage in the morning. My passport is in the car; perhaps we'd better go first to Puerto Rico, until we can arrange for one for you." "Look," I said. "I got spooked in the dark; that's all. Why not just admit we made fools of ourselves?" Foster shook his head. "The inherent inertia of the human mind," he said. "How it fights to resist new ideas." "The kind of new ideas you're talking about could get both of us locked up in the chuckle ward," I said.