“Now then, step lively,” said one.
“Come along, you,” said the other. “Jump to it.”
“But hang it all, Superintendent,” said Guy, “you must let us pack a bag first. Colonel, this is——”
“Step lively, you,” said the first watcher, and pushed.
“Jump to it,” urged the second, and pulled.
The five passed out of the room; the Superintendent and the Colonel followed them. In the road was a large car. It was a very large car, and the seven just managed to get in. They drove off.
Five hundred yards farther on they passed Monica and Alan, who had been sent into the village on a quite unnecessary errand.
“Hi, George!” cried Monica. “Where are you off to? I thought you were going to——”
But George, grinning feebly, had been swept past.
“Can’t you let old George alone for five minutes?” asked Alan disgustedly, and went on to be very brotherly indeed.