“We’ll go round the front of the house; it’s somewhere on the farther side, I think. We’d better get a move on; we’ve got no time to waste.”
“I’m game,” said Alec, quite enthusiastically.
They set off.
In front of the house the car was standing, the chauffeur lounging negligently at the wheel as if he had been there some time.
Roger whistled softly.
“Hullo, hullo, hul-lo!” he said softly. “What’s this?”
“It’s the car,” replied the ever literal Alec.
“I said you’d make a great detective one day, if you ever took it up seriously, Alec. No, you goop! What’s the car doing here? Who’s it waiting for?”
“Better ask the chauffeur, I should think,” said Alec, quite unruffled.
“I will.”