But they've got the car.

They can't deny that.

Here, you,' and he fixed on Blenkiron, 'who the devil are you ?' Blenkiron smiled sleepily at him, not understanding one word, and I took up the parable.
'Our passports, Sir, give our credentials,' I said.

He glanced through them, and his face lengthened.
'They're right enough.

But what about this story of stealing a car ?' 'It is quite true,' I said, 'but I would prefer to use a pleasanter word.