Five minutes later a motor-car, with its canvas top concealing its occupants, rode slowly into Stiffkey's main street and halted before the constable.

The driver of the car wore a leather skull-cap and goggles.

From his neck to his heels he was covered by a raincoat.
"Mr.Policeman," he began; "when I turned in here three soldiers stepped in front of my car and pointed rifles at me.

Then they ran off toward the beach.

What's the idea--manoeuvres?
Because, they've no right to--" "Yes, sir," the policeman assured him promptly; "I saw them.