As he lifted her he looked with apprehension toward the car that held the guards.

To his bewilderment there was no car there.

The pursued motor, like a winged thing of the most innocent vagaries, had taken itself off utterly.

And on before, the causeway was utterly empty, dipping idly between murmurous green.

But at the moment St.George had no time to spend on that wonder.
He carried Olivia to the tonneau of Jarvo's car, jealous when Rollo lifted her gown's hem from the dust of the road and when Amory threw open the door.