“I’ve heard of them,” said Moriarty.
“There’s a clock along with it,” said the sergeant.
“The man that owns it,” said Moriarty, “must have a power of money.”
CHAPTER II
Doyle came out of the hotel. He joined the sergeant and Moriarty at the motor-car.
“Good-morning, sergeant,” he said. “It’s a fine day, thanks be to God. The people will only have themselves to thank if they don’t get their hay saved this weather.”
“What I’m after saying to Constable Moriarty,” said the sergeant, “is that that’s a fine car.”
“You may say that,” said Doyle.
“It’ll be some high up gentleman that owns it,” said the sergeant.