Chapter 113

“The window.” Alfie walked to the glass and picked up a chair. He paused, and then threw it. It bounced off.

“We are two floors up,” Gareth said, pacing up and down.

“I don’t care. I need to get out of here,” Tristan said as he picked the chair up again and hurled it at the window. It bounced again. “For God’s sake!” he shouted and picked up a brandy decanter. He hurled it with all his might and it cracked the glass. They all stopped, stared at each other, and then rushed to the window. Alfie pulled out his handkerchief. “Have a care,” he said, and Tristan and Gareth followed suit. They managed to push and pull at the glass until the whole pane broke into shards and dropped the two stories to the ground. All three looked out. It was a long way down, and it would mean landing on grass that was now littered with broken glass.

“I’m going to jump,” Tristan said.

“Roll as you land.” Alfie said, brushing the glass from the window ledge with his handkerchief.