Chapter 31

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌⁠Lessingham stood for a moment by the side of the car from which he had just descended, glanced at the huge tyres and the tins of petrol lashed on behind.

“Nothing more you want, chauffeur?” he asked.

“Nothing, sir,” was the almost inaudible reply.

“You have the route map?”

“Yes, sir, and enough petrol for three hundred miles.”

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌⁠Lessingham turned away, pushed open the gate, and walked up the drive of Mai