"Here is where my inches get the better of me, professor," said I. "For
one of my size to get into that house is out of the question. And I
wouldn't know where to lay hands on the Bolla if it were physically
possible for me to effect an entrance."
"I can make a suggestion, Mr. Munn," said Quinn, "which would get you
safely around that difficulty."
"What is that?"
"Whisper." I inclined my ear to his lips. "Why not run away with the
imperial exchequer?"
"Eh?" I gasped.
"Steal it bodily, I mean. When you get to Baigol with it, let the king
effect entrance, secure his Bolla, and then you return the exchequer to
its original location. Of course, it would be very wrong to steal the
king's treasury, and I would not counsel that under any consideration.
You merely borrow it to obtain the Bolla; the stone returned to its
rightful owners, you return the exchequer."
"And get zetbaied for my pains!" I exclaimed.
"Let us hope," said the professor, "that before you can get zetbaied we
shall be in a position to use the car and escape from the planet."