“And the owner of the car is——?”
“Some person unknown.”
“Where ignorance is bliss——”
“I am a little doubtful if the chauffeur will mention our ride to his master, if that is what you mean,” said Willoughby.
“Have you considered the bearing of the law concerning Conspiracy on this case?” I asked.
“I have not, nor do I intend to,” said Willoughby airily. “The law concerning Bribery and Corruption has a much more direct bearing. Got two more half-crowns?”
I was searching for them as we turned into the square in which we live and the car slowed down.
“Tell him it’s at the far corner,” I said.
And then suddenly a rasping voice sounded on the night air:—
“Here, Rodgers! Where are you off to? You’re very late, you know—very late.”