He pulled her rapidly along by the wall until he reached the motor.
"Get in," he said, turning on the small inside lamps.
Jane entered; she heard him fixing the starter; he got in and in a few minutes the car moved.
"It all depends on yourself whether you come out of this alive," he said savagely.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Anywhere on to the main road; you can say good-bye to Trent Park, you'll never see it again," he said.
He intended to kill her when it was safe; she felt sure such was his intention. Her faculties were alert. Was there a way out?
Her heart gave a throb, her hopes rose; if she could make him steer a wrong course.
"You are not making for the main road," she said.
"Oh, yes, I am."