"Oh!" she said with a faint sigh. "That was simply heavenly!"
Colin, who had jumped down first to open the door, looked at her with an approving twinkle.
"Not bad, was it?" he agreed. "We've only been an hour and a half and we must have done at least forty miles."
He glanced round in the direction of the Motor Club, outside which they had alighted, and at the same moment a broad-shouldered, seedy-looking gentleman in a dilapidated ulster suddenly appeared out of the darkness.
"Oh, there you are, Joe," he continued. "I want you to look after the car for me. We're dining and going to a theatre, so I don't suppose I shall be back until half-past eleven."
"That's all right, sir," replied Joe comfortingly. "You'll find me 'ere, no matter wot time you come."
"Now, where shall we make for?" inquired Colin, turning to Nancy. "Unless you've any particular choice I suggest Romano's and the Vaudeville."
Nancy looked a little doubtful. "I'm thinking of my clothes," she explained. "I'm not fit to go anywhere really smart."
Colin studied her critically. "Don't you believe it," he said. "You could walk straight into Paradise without even tidying up."
He slipped half-a-crown into Joe's hand, and, taking Nancy firmly by the elbow, piloted her across the street in the direction of Leicester Square.