There was no answer to his call, but after a minute or two there was the sound of a motor-car engine starting and then a big car came gliding forward and stopped in front of them, driven by a form so muffled in coats and coverings as to be indistinguishable in that faint light.
“Put the case inside,” Deede Dawson said. “I'll help you.”
With some trouble they succeeded in getting the case in and Deede Dawson covered it carefully with a big rug.
When he had done so he stepped back.
“Ready, Ella?” he said.
“Yes,” answered the girl's soft and low voice that already Dunn could have sworn to amidst a thousand others.
CHAPTER X. THE NEW GARDENER
“Go ahead, then,” said Deede Dawson, and the great car with its terrible burden shot away into the night.
For a moment or two Deede Dawson stood looking after it, and then he turned and walked slowly towards the house, and mechanically Dunn followed, the sole thought in his mind, the one idea of which he was conscious, that of Ella driving away into the darkness with the dead body of his murdered friend in the car behind her.