The two occupants of the limousine were apparently unhurt, for, when I first saw them, they were standing in the middle of the road, looking anxiously in our direction. The next moment they were signalling to us violently, spreading out ridiculous arms, as if the tree-trunks were not putting our passage of the road for the present out of the question.
As I brought the Rolls to a standstill, I heard a stifled cry. The next moment Berry's voice hissed in my ear.
"Talk of the devil.... Look at the cove on the right. It's Dunkelsbaum himself."
A lightning glance showed me the truth of his words. The original of the photograph over which we had pored that morning was standing before us in all the grossness of flesh.
Almost before I had recovered from the shock, the other—a long sallow creature with a false grin and a cringing air—was at my elbow.
"You mutht eckthcuthe me," he lisped, uncovering, "but could you pothibly give uth a lift ath far ath Brooch? Thith gentleman"—he indicated Mr. Dunkelsbaum—"hath a motht important engagement there at half-patht two, and, ath you thee, we have been unfortunate. Tho, if you could thee your way to accommodating uth, we thould be greatly obliged."
Before I could reply—
"We can get there by half-past two," said Berry, speaking slowly and distinctly, "if—if we go through Ramilly."
Now, Ramilly was a great enclosure, and could be entered from the by-road down which the trolley had come. But it was not on the way to Brooch.
With the greatest difficulty I repressed a start. Then I leaned forward as if to examine the dash, but in reality to conceal my excitement....