"I should like it," Corrie exclaimed, rising eagerly. "I'll get the car. Your car?"
"I should think so. I am not exactly anxious to drive into town with your racing machine, although we have got to make fair time in order to catch him before his train leaves."
Corrie laughed, turning away.
"I'll make the time, all right," he promised. "Your roadster isn't so pretty slow, considering. I'll be at the door in three minutes."
He was, driving hatless and without a motor-mask in the fresh spring air.
"No overcoat?" Gerard disapproved. "What would Rupert say?"
Corrie flushed like a complimented girl; that the mechanician should have admitted him to any intercourse, however cold and slight, moved him so deeply that even Gerard's allusion was too much.
"I have it with me; I don't need it," he evaded hurriedly. "Ready?"
"Ready."
The car sprang forward.