“You're getting beyond me.”
“What I want is to stay with you, in your car.”
“Wish I had one!” said Dick.
“You're going to have the loan of one. Would a grey or a red car suit you best?”
“I see. Red, please. They say red paint dries quickest.”
We both laughed.
“Your red car must have new lamps,” I went on, “and a new number, and any other little things that can be put on in a hurry. And you'd better get a passport if you haven't one. Gentlemen touring in foreign lands are sometimes subjected to cross-questionings which might be inconvenient unless they've plenty of red tape up their sleeves.”
“I'll lay in a stock. How would you like me to be the accredited correspondent, for the Spanish wedding festivities, of a newspaper or two?”
“Rattling good idea. Could you work it?”
“Easy as falling off a log, or puncturing a tyre. I'll arrange by telegraph, London and New York.”