“Where are you off to, Fellowes?” Julian enquired.
“I am going to Holt station, sir,” the man replied, “after some luggage.”
“Are there any guests at the Hall who motored here, do you know?” Julian asked.
“Only the young lady, sir,” the man replied, “Miss Abbeway. She came in a little coupe Panhard.”
“Has she been out in it this morning?” he asked.
“She broke down in it yesterday afternoon, sir,” he answered, “about halfway up to the Hall here.”
“Broke down?” Julian repeated. “Anything serious? Couldn’t you put it right for her?”
“She wouldn’t let me touch it, sir,” the man explained. “She said she had two cracked sparking plugs, and she wanted to replace them herself. She has had some lessons, and I think she wanted a bit of practice.”
“I see. Then the car is in the avenue now?”
“About half a mile up, on the left-hand side, sir, just by the big elm. Miss Abbeway said she was coming down this afternoon to put new plugs in.”
“Then it’s been there all the time since yesterday afternoon?” Julian persisted.
“The young lady wished it left there, sir. I could have put a couple of plugs in, in five minutes, and brought her up to the house, but she wouldn’t hear of it.”
“Any luck with the geese last night, sir?” the man asked. “I heard there was a pack of them on Stiffkey Marshes.”
“I got one. They came badly for us,” Julian replied.
He made his way up the avenue. At exactly the spot indicated by the chauffeur a little coupe car was standing, drawn on to the turf. He glanced at the name of the maker and looked once more at the tracks upon the drive. Finally, he decided that his investigations were leading him in a most undesirable direction.
He turned back, walked across the marshes, where he found nothing to disturb him, and lunched with Furley, whose leg was now so much better that he was able to put it to the ground.
“What about this visitor of yours?” Julian asked, as they sat smoking afterwards. “I must be back at the Hall in time to dine to-night, you know. My people made rather a point of it.”
“You’ll be all right,” he replied. “As a matter of fact, he isn’t coming.”
“Not coming?” Julian repeated. “Jove, I should have thought you’d have had intelligence officers by the dozen down here!”