The immense garage of the City was close to the northern entrance gates. And it, too, was guarded by a doorkeeper, hidden in a little box near the double-wooden doors.
“I want to know if Car No. 28 has come in,” said Carpentaria.
“Yes, sir,” was the reply. “Came in twenty minutes ago.”
“Did you see it?”
“Yes, sir,” said the doorkeeper.
“Who was driving it?”
“I didn’t notice, sir.”
“Show us the car, if you please.”
They passed into the desert expanse of the garage, where a few men were cleaning cars. Car No. 28 was in its place. In shape it was rather like a police-van, but smaller. Carpentaria noticed that its wheels were very dirty.
“Open it,” said he.