The man nodded.
"Well, what did he want? ... Now answer me quick or it will be the worse for you."
The man blinked his malicious, inquisitive eyes in the light, and scratched his head.
"Now then," said McTuft harshly ... "No nonsense."
"He had one of our chauffeurs called up from bed and took him," said the man reluctantly. "I can quite understand he must have been awfully tired driving the car himself all that time."
"Then he drove on again, I suppose; how long ago was that?"
"Five ... ten minutes, maybe."
Wallion looked closely at the man in slippers but remained dumb. McTuft gave vent to a war-whoop, he was madly impatient.
"Quick, get in again, Mr. Wallion, and let us be after them."
"No," said Wallion, "I stay here."