As they assured me of their service, I turned to Berry, as though to translate what I had said.
"There are two steps to the dickey. The lower one is two paces to your right and one to your rear. It is not meant for a seat, but it will do. Throw your arm round the spare wheels and sit tight."
Berry shrugged his shoulders.
A glance up the road showed me the other car being turned into the track.
I crossed to the near side of Pong and stooped as though to examine the exhaust. The two mechanics were watching me….
With the tail of my eye I saw Berry glance behind him, sink down upon the step, drop his head miserably into the crook of his arm, and set that arm upon the spare wheels.
Suddenly I straightened my back, glanced past the two warders, and flung out a pointing arm.
"Look!" I shouted, and stepped on to the running-board.
As I spoke, Adèle let in the clutch….
It was really too easy.