"Is there room for three of us, in case of an emergency?" Hunterleys asked.
"The third man has to sit on the floor," Richard pointed out, "but it isn't so comfortable as it looks."
Hunterleys clambered in and took the vacant place. David Briston lingered by a little wistfully.
"I feel rather a skunk," he grumbled. "I don't see why I shouldn't come along."
Hunterleys shook his head.
"There isn't the slightest need for it," he declared firmly. "You go back and look after Felicia. Tell her we'll get Sidney out of this all right. Get away with you, Lane, now."
"Where to?"
"To the Villa Mimosa!"
Richard whistled as he thrust in his clutch.
"So that's the game, is it?" he murmured, as they glided off.