"She said
she had two cracked sparking plugs, and she wanted to replace them
herself. She has had some lessons, and I think she wanted a bit
of practice."
"I see. Then the car is in the avenue now?"
"About half a mile up, on the left-hand side, sir, just by the big
elm. Miss Abbeway said she was coming down this afternoon to put
new plugs in."
"Then it's been there all the time since yesterday afternoon?"
Julian persisted.
"The young lady wished it left there, sir. I could have put a
couple of plugs in, in five minutes, and brought her up to the
house, but she wouldn't hear of it."
"I see, Fellowes."
"Any luck with the geese last night, sir?" the man asked. "I
heard there was a pack of them on Stiffkey Marshes."
"I got one. They came badly for us," Julian replied.
He made his way up the avenue. At exactly the spot indicated by
the chauffeur a little coupe car was standing, drawn on to the
turf. He glanced at the name of the maker and looked once more at
the tracks upon the drive. Finally, he decided that his
investigations were leading him in a most undesirable direction.
He turned back, walked across the marshes, where he found nothing
to disturb him, and lunched with Furley, whose leg was now so much
better that he was able to put it to the ground.
"What about this visitor of yours?" Julian asked, as they sat
smoking afterwards. "I must be back at the Hall in time to dine
to-night, you know. My people made rather a point of it.
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