Sanders came in breathless. “We can’t get the car to start,” he said.
“Ah, I feared as much, he’s tampered with it,” said Sinclair.
He seized the telephone, “Hullo that call coming through?⸺”
“All right; give me the police station at Wilton in the meantime—urgent.”
He waited a moment with the receiver in his hand. “Hullo, Superintendent Sinclair here. That you, Miles?—good. Get the best car at once, and come here with two men. Armed, you understand. I take full responsibility. Must ring off, I’m waiting for the Yard.”
The bell tinkled, and he got through.
He issued rapid orders.
When he put up the receiver, he turned to the others.
“There’s one point in our favour. He doesn’t know he’s suspected. He has always regarded everyone as a fool. But he’s a clever rogue if ever there was one, and he’ll take some catching.”
“But my brother,” said Mabel, “you said he was in danger.”