Far ahead of them the old black car lumbered on.
Martin sniffed.
‘The sea,’ he said. ‘I wonder if that old miracle ahead swims? A bus like that might do anything. That would just about sink us if we went to follow them.’
‘Just about,’ said Michael dryly. ‘What do we do now?’
‘I suppose we go on to the bitter end,’ said Martin. ‘They may have a family house-boat out there. Hullo! Look at them now.’
The Rolls had at last come to a full stop, although the head-lights were still streaming out over the turf.
Michael brought the Riley up sharply.
‘What now?’ he said.
‘Now the fun begins,’ said Martin. ‘Get out your gun, Abbershaw.’
Hardly had he spoken when an exclamation came down the morning to them, followed immediately by a revolver shot which again fell short of them.