He took us down in a car his uncle has just given him--a sixty horse-power Panhard.

I never enjoyed motoring more in my life." "You are all very foolish," Thomson said slowly.

"I am going to tell you something now, dear, which you may not believe, but it is for your good, and it is necessary for me to have some excuse for the request I am going to make.

Granet is under suspicion at the War Office." "Under suspicion ?" Geraldine repeated blankly.
"Nothing has been proved against him," Thomson continued, "and I tell you frankly that in certain quarters the idea is scouted as absurd.

On the other hand, he is under observation as being a possible German spy." Geraldine for a moment sat quite still.