Both belonged to Mr.Maverick Narkom.
He stood waiting until the motor was abreast of him--had, in fact, come to a standstill--then spoke in a guarded tone: "What is it, Lennard ?" he asked.

"The Yard ?" "Yessir.

Young Dollops told us where to look for you.

Hop in quickly, sir.

Superintendent inside." Cleek opened the door of the vehicle at once, stepped in, shut it after him, and sat down beside Mr.Narkom with the utmost composure.
"My dear fellow, I _have_ had a chase!" said the superintendent, with a long deep breath of relief, as the limousine swung out into the roadway, and pelted off westward at a pace that brushed the very fringes of the speed limit.