That's the first thing--most important; then,
when you know you're safe, telephone Scotland Yard to send a raid
squad down by road, and do it quick."
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE CHASE
The events which led to the presence of Mr. Nicol Brinn at so
opportune a moment were--consistent with the character of that
remarkable man--of a sensational nature.
Having commandeered the Rolls Royce from the door of the Cavalry
Club, he had immediately, by a mental process which many perils
had perfected, dismissed the question of rightful ownership from
his mind. The fact that he might be intercepted by police scouts
he refused to entertain. The limousine driven by the Hindu
chauffeur was still in sight, and until Mr. Nicol Brinn had seen
it garaged, nothing else mattered, nothing else counted, and
nothing else must be permitted to interfere.
Jamming his hat tightly upon his head, he settled down at the
wheel, drawing up rather closer to the limousine as the chase lay
through crowded thoroughfares and keeping his quarry comfortably
in sight across Westminster Bridge and through the outskirts of
London.
He had carefully timed the drive to the unknown abode of
Fire-Tongue, and unless it had been prolonged, the more
completely to deceive him, he had determined that the house lay
not more than twenty miles from Piccadilly.
When Mitcham was passed, and the limousine headed straight on
into Surrey, he decided that there had been no doubling, but that
the house to which he had been taken lay in one of these
unsuspected country backwaters, which, while they are literally
within sight of the lights of London, have nevertheless a
remoteness as complete as secrecy could desire.
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