“Come back in the garage and try me,” Richard retorted. “I’ll prove it to you that I can.”
“_Always_ an automobile dashes up and there’s a chase. It’s been that way in every movie I ever saw,” announced Georgina with the air of one who has attended nightly through many seasons.
“I can do that part all right,” declared Richard. “I can run an automobile.”
There was no disputing that fact, no matter how contradictory Georgina’s frame of mind. Only the day before she had seen him take the wheel and run the car for three miles under the direction of Cousin James, when they came to a level stretch of road.
“Yes, but you know your Cousin James said you were never to do it unless he was along himself. You wasn’t to dare to touch it when you were out with only the chauffeur.”
“He wouldn’t care if we got in and didn’t start anything but the engine,” said Richard. “Climb in and play that I’m running away with you. With the motor chugging away and shaking the machine it’ll seem as if we’re really going.”
By this time they were inside the garage, with the doors closed behind them.
“Now you get in and keep looking back the way Rosalind did to see how near they are to catching us.”
Instantly Georgina threw herself into the spirit of the game. Climbing into the back seat she assumed the pose of the kidnapped bride whose adventures had thrilled them the night before.
“Play my white veil is floating out in the wind,” she commanded, “and I’m looking back and waving to my husband to come faster and take me away from the dreadful villain who is going to kill me for my jewels. I wish this car was out of doors instead of in this dark garage. When I look back I look bang against the closed door every time, aid I can’t make it seem as if I was seeing far down the road.”