And forgive me, sir--her ladyship left a message.
She hoped you would lunch with her to-morrow." Tallente strolled out again in a few minutes, curiously impatient of the restraint of walls, and clambered up the precipitous field at the back of the Manor.

Far up the winding road which led back into the world, a motor-car was crawling on its way up over.

He watched it through a pair of field glasses.

Leaning back in the tonneau with folded arms, as though solemnly digesting a problem, was Inspector Gillian.

Tallente closed the glasses with a little snap and smiled.
"The Bucket type," he murmured to himself, "very much the Bucket type.".