The man looked at him curiously. Then he glanced at the car.
“You’re coming to pieces, sir. Are you going far?”
“Biarritz,” said Punch.
The fellow glanced at his clock.
“I suppose you’ll be needin’ your car, sir, or I—I could give you a lift.”
Fairfax’ heart leaped. Then he shook his head.
“I can’t use his car,” he said.
“It isn’t ’is car,” cried the man. “ ’E sold ’er a week ago—sold ’er to Mr. Fairie. ’E’s at St. Johndylose. An’ as ’e was goin’ to Beeritz, ’is lordship made the offer to bring ’er out.” He dived at a pocket. “Why, ’er papers an’ all’s in Mr. Fairie’s name.”
“Mr. Fairie of Castle Charing?”
“That’s right, sir. Is he a friend of yours?”