He looked at the body of John Dunster upon the floor, and felt once more in his pocket.
"How far off is the garage ?" he asked.
"It's right across the way," the innkeeper replied, "a speculation of Neighbour Martin's, and a foolish one it do seem to me.

He's two cars there, and one he lets to the Government for delivering the mails." Gerald felt in his pocket and produced a sovereign.
"Give this," he said, "to any man you can find who will go across there and bring me a car--the most powerful they've got, if there's any difference.

Tell them I'll pay well.

This--my friend will be much better at home with me than in a strange place when he comes to his senses." "It's sound common sense," the woman declared.

"Be off with you, Richard." The man was looking at the coin covetously, but his wife pushed him away.
"It's not a sovereign you'll be taking from the gentleman for a little errand like that," she insisted sharply.