So! thought Vlado Chernozemsky to himself as he and the two Americans stared at the pistols aimed at them, so much for the great guns of the USA! pah! we three are merely the tip of the iceberg and if my superb, pointillistic plan is discovered, it will be thoroughly, throughotherly, abso-bloody-fucking-lutely marmalised and discombobulated – so! and he spoke up, drawing the attention of the two Gestapo to himself: "meine Gretel is about to give birth, can you help? and the two glanced uneasily at each other, then one shook his head, so Vlado said: "could you give us an escort to the hospital? before the baby pops out and there is a terrible mess in here?" but this was too much to expect – the Gestapo Officers put their pistols away and one spoke sharply to Prufrock, who was driving: "next time you make a turn, indicate, or we'll have you driving a lorry loaded with horse-shit, now, get on, schnell!" and even before they had reached their own car, Prufrock had passed them and, carefully indicating, taken two turns and lost them from sight.