As we swung round the corner at the top of the hill, I threw a glance over my shoulder.
Berry was sitting on the bank by the side of the road with his head in his hands, Mr. Dunkelsbaum had risen to his feet and was in the act of hurling himself in the direction of Nobby, and the latter, with his small tail well over his back, was circling delightedly about his victim, still barking like a fiend and ricochetting like a roulette ball.
The next moment we were out of sight, and I changed into top speed.
Adèle caught at my arm.
"You're not going to leave them?"
I nodded.
"Best way out," I said. "Berry'll understand and pull out somehow. You see, we're too well known about here to take any chances. And now I think we'll slip along to The Fountain and find Sir Anthony."
"You tell me I speak good English," said Adèle.
"So you do."
"Well, I don't want to spoil my record. What's the Anglo-Saxon for 'a thaw-proof nerve '?"