“Yes. It broke.... GET up!”
They proceeded on their way to Cambridge.
“Something has happened to the wheel,” said Prothero, trying to be at his ease.
“Merely a splinter or so. And a spoke perhaps.”
“And what is this behind?”
Benham made a half-turn of the head. “It's a motor-bicycle.”
Prothero took in details.
“Some of it is missing.”
“No, the front wheel is under the seat.”
“Oh!”