“She’s going up in smoke all right. We did that pretty smartly!”
“It has been heroic, hasn’t it?”
To her he was no better than a mean little boy.
They crowded into the car. The lamps were lit, and the engine started. The chauffeur drove dead slow along the lane.
“That’s it, Jones; crawl for half a mile, and keep her as quiet as you can.”
In another five minutes they were purring away into the darkness. Eve, when she glanced back, could see a faint glow above the tree tops.
Lizzie Straker exulted.
“There is something for them to talk about! That will be in the papers to-morrow.”
Eve did not know how far they drove. The car kept running for the best part of two hours. Mr. Lawrence Kentucky was finessing, covering up their tracks, so to speak. He turned in his seat once or twice and spoke to Joan Gaunt. Day was just dawning when the car pulled up.
“This ought to do for you. You are three or four miles from Farnham, and this is Crooksbury Hill.”