"Dick's a long time coming back," Andrew said with a frown.
"Perhaps you'd better go for him," Whitney suggested.
Andrew went off, but met Dick in the drive.
"It's all right; there's nobody stopping here," he reported. "They keep the lights blazing to draw motoring people."
He spoke clearly, but with an evident effort, and Andrew frowned again.
"There's a nut I can't get hold of," Whitney called to them from under the motorcycle. "Do you think I could borrow a smaller spanner here, Dick?"
"I'll get it for you," Dick volunteered jovially, and started back toward the house.
Andrew put a firm hand on his arm.
"You will not!" he said shortly.
Dick turned upon him in a moment's rage; and then laughed.