"You'll bring her back safe ?" "I'll bring her back." Barry laid kindly hands on the old man's shoulders which had seemed suddenly to stoop as though beneath a burden.

"Don't worry.

I expect she's only had some trifling mishap.
Burst a tyre probably and is walking back." St.John's look of acute anxiety relaxed a little.
"I hope so," he muttered, "I hope so." A servant opened the door.
"The car's waiting, sir." "Good." Barry strode into the hall, Mallory following him.
"Barry, I must go with you," he said hoarsely.
In the blaze of the electric light the two men looked hard into each other's faces.

Then Barry nodded.
"Right.

I'll leave the chauffeur behind and drive myself.