And there, a dozen yards off, were the acetylene lights of a big motor-car.
It came along very slowly, purring like a great cat, while we pressed into the bushes.

The headlights seemed to spread a fan far to either side, showing the full width of the drive and its borders, and about half the height of the over-arching trees.

There was a figure in uniform sitting beside the chauffeur, whom I saw dimly in the reflex glow, but the body of the car was dark.
It crept towards us, passed, and my mind was just getting easy again when it stopped.

A switch was snapped within, and the limousine was brightly lit up.

Inside I saw a woman's figure.
The servant had got out and opened the door and a voice came from within--a clear soft voice speaking in some tongue I didn't understand.
Sandy had started forward at the sound of it, and I followed him.