‘But this is extraordinary,’ he said, and added as if the thought had suddenly occurred to him, ‘I suppose this doesn’t interest you?’
A crackle of notes sounded as he spoke and then his quiet lazy voice continued. ‘So attractive I always think. That view of the Houses of Parliament on the back is rather sweet – or perhaps you like this one better – or this? I’ve got two here printed in green as well. What do you say?’
For a moment the man did not answer, but it was evident that some of his pugnacity had abated.
‘A fiver!’ he said, and went on more reasonably after a considerable pause. ‘Look here, what is this game you’re up to? What’s your business is your business and I’m not interfering, but this I ’ope and arsk. I don’t want any fooling around my garage. I’ve got ’undreds of pounds’ worth of cars in ’ere and I’ve got my reputation to think of. So no setting fire to anything or calling of the police – see? If I let you in ’ere to ’ave a look at that car that’s got to be understood.’
‘Why, of course not. Let us have a look at the car at any rate,’ said Martin, handing him the notes.
The man was still doubtful, but the money had a warming and soothing effect upon his temper.
‘Are you all coming in?’ he said at last. ‘Because if so you’d better hurry up. The owners may be back any time now.’
This was a step forward at any rate. Abbershaw and Prenderby climbed out of the Riley and followed Martin with the visibly softening proprietor into the garage.
The man switched on the light and the three surveyed the miscellaneous collection of cars with interest.
‘There she is,’ said Prenderby, his voice betraying his excitement. ‘Over in that corner there. Now, I ask you, could you miss her anywhere?’