"While Susanne ain't forgot his promise," interjected Masters.
"Promise!" exclaimed the gallant Frenchman.
"A blow-out," Masters reminded him.
"For me—yes. Rather!" came the tantalising answer.
"All aboard!" cried the rascal who was to drive them. "Ready? Then off we go!"
The engine roared. The clutch went in with a jerk. The car bounded off for Guildford and the long-anticipated flying meeting which the Old Firm had determined to patronise.
CHAPTER VIII
BREAKING BOUNDS
Never before did a distinguished party of strangers come to the ancient town of Guildford more jubilant. Heads were craned over the side of the car which the ruffian Higgins had provided, staring eyes looked in all directions, but mainly skyward.