Talks vile stuff.

However, 'perhaps I didn't drive out on that sweltering Carlsruhe road for nothing.' He screwed a look at the earl, who sent Abrane to carry a message and heard the story Potts had to tell.
'Henrietta Fakenham! no mistake about her; driving out from a pothouse; man beside her, military man; might be a German.

And, if you please, quite unacquainted with your humble servant, though we were as close as you to me.

Something went wrong in that pothouse.

Red eyes.