He held up his hand and stopped a luggage trolley which had just turned the bend in the avenue.

The man pulled up and touched his hat.
"Where are you off to, Fellowes ?" Julian enquired.
"I am going to Holt station, sir," the man replied, "after some luggage." "Are there any guests at the Hall who motored here, do you know ?" Julian asked.
"Only the young lady, sir," the man replied, "Miss Abbeway.

She came in a little coupe Panhard." Julian frowned thoughtfully.
"Has she been out in it this morning ?" he asked.
The man shook his head.
"She broke down in it yesterday afternoon, sir," he answered, "about halfway up to the Hall here." "Broke down ?" Julian repeated.

"Anything serious?
Couldn't you put it right for her ?" "She wouldn't let me touch it, sir," the man explained.

"She said she had two cracked sparking plugs, and she wanted to replace them herself.
She has had some lessons, and I think she wanted a bit of practice." "I see.