MALTENBY HALL
TRADESMEN’S ENTRANCE
and it needed only the most cursory examination to establish the fact that the car whose track he had been following had turned in here. He held up his hand and stopped a luggage trolley which had just turned the bend in the avenue. The man pulled up and touched his hat.
“Where are you off to, Fellowes?” Julian enquired.
“I am going to Holt station, sir,” the man replied, “after some luggage.”
“Are there any guests at the Hall who motored here, do you know?” Julian asked.
“Only the young lady, sir,” the man replied, “Miss Abbeway. She came in a little coupe Panhard.”
Julian frowned thoughtfully.
“Has she been out in it this morning?” he asked.
The man shook his head.
“She broke down in it yesterday afternoon, sir,” he answered, “about halfway up to the Hall here.”