"The Diablement-Odorant
Motor Co., Ltd."
Juggernaut put the letter back into his pocket.
II.
In due course the Belton motor conveyed its owner to Kilchester and left him there.
"Shall I come back for you, sir?" inquired Mr Vick, the chauffeur. He was a kindly man, despite his exalted station.
"No, thanks—I'll take the train. But I believe Lady Carr wants you to take her over to Croxley Dene this afternoon."
"Her ladyship shall be took," said Mr Vick, with an indulgent smile—Lady Carr was a favourite of his—and forthwith returned to Belton.
On running the car into the yard he found the coachman, Mr Windebank, a sadly diminished luminary in these days, putting a polish upon an unappreciative quadruped.
"You and your machine, Mr Vick," announced Mr Windebank, "is wanted round at twelve sharp."
It was then eleven-fifteen.