“I expect, Ewart, this long run of ours has puzzled you very much, hasn’t it?”
“Of course it has,” I replied. “I don’t see the object of it all.”
“The object was to get here before the police could trace us. That’s why we took such a roundabout route.”
“And now we are here,” I exclaimed, glancing over the dull, grey landscape, “what are we going to do?”
“Do?” he echoed. “You ought to ask what we’ve done, my dear fellow!”
“Well, what have we done?” I inquired.
“About the neatest bit of business that we’ve ever brought off in our lives,” he laughed.
“How?”
“Let’s get up and drive on,” he said; “we won’t stop in Utrecht, it’s such a miserable hole. Listen, and I’ll explain as we go along.”