“When this is over,” I said, “I think you need to have a word with George.” Lockwood was at the door, peering out into the passage. “What for? He’s fine.” “I think he’s feeling left out. It’s always us that does this kind of job, isn’t it, while he has to hang around outside.” “We’ve all got our talents,” Lockwood said, “and George is simply less good at this stuff than you are.