But Philip felt--in that quite certain and quite unexplainable way in which you do feel things sometimes--that it was best to stop the car among the suburban groves of southernwood, and to creep into the town in the disguise afforded by motor coats, motor veils and motor goggles.

(For of course all these had come with the motor car when it was wished for, because no motor car is complete without them.) [Illustration: Philip felt that it was best to stop the car among the suburban groves of southernwood.] They said good-bye warmly to the Halma motor man, and went quietly towards the town, Max and Brenda keeping to heel in the most praiseworthy way, and the parrot nestling inside Philip's jacket, for it was chilled by the long rush through the evening air.
And now the scattered houses and spacious gardens gave place to the streets of Polistopolis, the capital of the kingdom.

And the streets were strangely deserted.

The children both felt--in that quite certain and unexplainable way--that it would be unwise of them to go to the place where they had slept the last time they were in that city.
The whole party was very tired.

Max walked with drooping tail, and Brenda was whining softly to herself from sheer weariness and weak-mindedness.