I had a break-down.

I'm afraid I'm too late as it is." "Come along, your Grace--come along, you," said the inspector briskly.
The four of them hurried out of the office and down the steps of the police-station.

In the roadway stood a long grey racing-car, caked with muds--grey mud, brown mud, red mud--from end to end.

It looked as if it had brought samples of the soil of France from many districts.
"Come along; I'll take you in the car.

Your men can trot along beside us," said the Duke to the inspector.
He slipped into the car, the inspector jumped in and took the seat beside him, and they started.