Upon
this Nicol Brinn sprang with the agility of a wildcat, settling
himself upon his perilous perch before the engine had had time to
gather speed.
When presently the car turned into the drive of Hillside, Nicol
Brinn dropped off and dived into the bushes on the right of the
path. From this hiding place he saw the automobile driven around
the front of the house to the garage, which was built out from
the east wing. Not daring to pursue his investigations until the
chauffeur had retired, he sought a more comfortable spot near a
corner of the lawn and there, behind a bank of neglected flowers,
lay down, watching the man's shadowy figure moving about in the
garage.
Although he was some distance from the doors he could see that
there was a second car in the place--a low, torpedo-bodied racer,
painted battleship gray. This sight turned his thoughts in
another direction.
Very cautiously he withdrew to the drive again, retracing his
steps to the lane, and walking back to the spot where he had left
the Rolls Royce, all the time peering about him to right and
left. He was looking for a temporary garage for the car, but one
from which, if necessary, he could depart in a hurry. The shell
of an ancient barn, roofless and desolate, presently invited
inspection and, as a result, a few minutes later Colonel Lord
Wolverham's luxurious automobile was housed for the night in
these strange quarters.
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