Then he drove round to the yard at the rear of the hotel, where Dale awaited him, for Medenham would intrust the cleaning of the car to no other hands.
“You’ve booked my room at the Grand Hotel and taken my bag there?” he inquired.
“Yes, my lord.”
“Make these people give you the key when the door is locked for the night, and bring the car to my hotel at nine o’clock.”
He hurried away, and Dale looked after him.
“Something must ha’ worried his lordship,” said the man. “First time I’ve ever seen him in a bad temper. An’ what about Eyot? Three to one the paper says. P’raps he’ll think of it in the morning.”