The side-line train is a very slow one and stops at every little wayside place on the way.

To make sure, we could telephone from here to the Abbencombe station-master, asking him to tell your man to wait for you as you're coming on by motor." "Oh--" Nan almost gasped at his quick masculine grip of the situation.
Before she had time to make any answer he had gone off to see about telephoning.
It was some little time before he returned, but when he finally reappeared, his face wore an expression of humorous satisfaction.
"I've fixed it all," he said.

"Your car has just arrived at Abbencombe and the chauffeur told to wait there.

I've got hold of another one here for our journey.

Now let me put you into it and then I'll see about your luggage." Nan took her seat obediently and reflected that there was something tremendously reliable about this man.