To their left, huge and gaunt against the night sky, rose the Grand Stand.
"Where does Trotman hang out ?" asked Radmore.

"Shan't we have a devil of a difficulty in knocking him up ?" "I don't think we shall," said his small companion, confidently.

"You see there must always be some sick animal for someone to sit up with.

I'd rather be nurse to a dog than to a woman, wouldn't you ?" They turned into the steep road leading into the town, flashing past shuttered villas set in gardens, till they reached a labyrinth of quaint, narrow, walled thoroughfares dating from the 18th century.
"We're very near now," said Timmy.

"Isn't it funny, Godfrey, to feel that everybody's asleep but us ?" They had come to a corner where high walls enclosed what might once have been the kitchen garden of a Georgian manor-house.
"Here it is!" cried the boy.
Radmore stopped the car and then he jumped out and struck a match.