'I am going upstairs to my room for a moment,' she said briskly. 'Will you have a taxicab waiting?'
'Of course!'
She was gone barely ten minutes. When she came down she carried a small travelling case and wore a thick veil. He hurried her into the taxi, drove to the garage, and in less than half-an-hour London lay behind them, and the car was gathering speed at every moment. They passed through Finchley and Potter's Bar, slowed up through St. Albans, and settled down at racing speed, northwards. Suzanne opened her eyes.
'I am having a delicious rest,' she murmured.
'Where would you like some tea?' he inquired.
'Not yet. Push on as far as you can,' she begged. 'What time shall we reach Fakenham?'
He glanced at the clock on the splashboard.
'If you really like to run right through,' he said, 'you shall be there by six o'clock.'
She patted the hand which gripped the steering wheel.
'You dear person!' she exclaimed softly. 'Now I close my eyes again. I think I will sleep a little. Until I reached my rooms at twelve o'clock to-day I had not had my clothes off for two days. This air and the rest are wonderful.'