Against the skyline, up by the farm, stood the four policemen, conferring. From the liveliness of their gestures it was clear that they were not of the same opinion. They had drawn the farm blank and were debating what to do next.
“That’s all right,” said Ralph. “The carriage is the last thing they’ll connect with your flight, for they believe that you’re somewhere on the other side of that hill. In fact, they’d simply laugh if anybody told them you were in it.”
“They’re going to question Mother Vasseur pretty severely,” said the Countess.
“She’ll have to get out of it as best she can. We can’t help her,” he said with decision.
When they had passed out of sight of the policemen, he bade Leonard drive faster.
“I’m afraid the poor beasts will not go much further. How long have they been going already?” said Ralph.
“Since this morning, when we left Dieppe. I spent the night there.”
“And where are we going to?” he asked.
“The banks of the Seine.”
“Goodness! Between forty-five and fifty miles in a day, at this pace! But it’s a marvel!”