In two minutes they were off, sped by the whispered blessing of Mrs. Bridget. At the end of the boreen Richard stopped the car.
‘Which way?’ he murmured, half to himself and half to Teresa, as if seeking inspiration.
‘To London or to the North?’
‘To London, of course,’ said Teresa promptly.
He hesitated.
‘I wonder——’ he said.
‘What is that?’ Teresa asked sharply, pointing to something which glinted on the road. She sprang down and picked it up. ‘Father’s spectacles,’ she said—‘cracked.’ The spectacles had lain about a yard south of the boreen; they therefore pointed to London. ‘Didn’t I tell you?’ said Teresa.
Richard shot the car forward in silence.
‘Do you think dad threw out these specs, to guide us?’ questioned Teresa.
‘Perhaps,’ answered Richard absently.