'Think for a moment, and don't be stupid,' he said. 'How can I take you back if you don't tell me where you have come from? Besides, you would be as much as I could carry with my bike, you know. So fire away,' he added, and I sat on the grass and once more told my story from the beginning, except that this time I omitted to mention Mr. Turton's name or address.
'When you reach London,' he asked after I had become silent, 'what are you going to do?'
'Other fellows have been able to do things,' I answered.
'But, you know,' he said, with a kind sort of smile, 'you have not even got a cat.'
'I believe I shall be all right if only I get there,' I persisted. 'If you would not mind telling me the way to the main road.'
'Well,' he said, 'all roads lead to London.'
'Any one will do for me,' I answered, and upon that he wheeled his machine into the middle of the road.
'Ever ridden on a step?' he asked.
'Rather!'
'Then get up behind me, only don't upset my baggage.'