"I see. Where does that lead to?"
"Well, sir, it goes to Larkhurst, but there's a good many turnings off it."
"Can you get to the coast by it?"
"No, sir, not exactly you can't. You'd have to go 'cross country a bit."
"Turning off where?"
The constable thought for a moment. "Well, if you by Six Ash Corner and Hillingdean, you'd want to turn off at the first pub you come to, past Ketley. On the hand, sir, if you didn't mind a roundabout sort of way, you could cut down to Chingham and bear on to Freshfield and Trensham, and reach the coast at Coldhaven."
Amberley. nodded. "Thanks. Did you notice whether that Vauxhall was travelling fast?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary, sir."
Amberley let in the clutch. "My compliments; you're the brightest policeman I've met during the past fortnight."
The sergeant said with a cough as the car started: "Bright for a constable, sir."