"I can see that you're a deep one."
"I am not sure that I quite deserve that compliment. What are we doing now? Thirty? At this rate we ought to be in Ashington in under half-an-hour."
"We're doing all of thirty--we ought to be in Ashington in less than twenty minutes. That peeler was looking for you."
"Short-sighted mortal--surely I was near enough for him to see me."
"What have you been doing? I hope it's nothing--you know; I don't want to be mixed up with anything fishy."
"I assure you there's nothing fishy about me. It is not only you gentlemen who drive motor cars who have differences with the police; lesser folk have them also--especially when there's a lady in the case, and a stony-hearted guardian."
"A lady is it? Ah!--I might have thought of that--now I see what the caravan was for--and she sitting behind there all the time saying nothing. Well, you're a couple of cool ones. But when there's a lady about you never know what's about. Not long ago one of my governor's daughters ran off with a young chap what was a riding master. Wasn't there a rumpus! Every policeman in the county was looking out for them--but they were married before they got them--and she only turned seventeen; sandy hair she had."
"It's a dangerous age, seventeen."
"Where a woman's concerned all ages are dangerous."
"That's true. I perceive that you also are a deep one."