CHAPTER XXII
JANE SUSPECTS
The journey to London was accomplished without mishap. Carl was a good driver; the car sped along at a rapid pace. Jane enjoyed the ride; the scenery was new to her, and she was observant.
Arriving at the city he drove to the Fairfax Hotel, a quiet place mostly used by families. There was no garage. Leaving Jane there, he went to put up the car.
She waited for him. He seemed a long time coming. She did not care to leave the room in his absence.
At last he came. He made no apology for being away so long; he seemed preoccupied and said little.
They dined together, and then he took her out. The streets were dull and dark, very few lights in the shops, hardly any in the streets. The noise and bustle confused her.
"There's not much to see at night," he said; "we'll have a look round to-morrow."
"What's that?" she asked in alarm.
"A searchlight," he replied laughing. "There's any amount of them but they don't appear to be of much service."