"Why, I couldn't get it up to the garage! You go and look at it, Colonel, if you understand cars.
Fellowes, the chauffeur here, had a look at the plugs when I brought it in, and you'll find that they haven't been touched." "I trust," the Earl intervened, "that my chauffeur offered to do what was necessary ?" "Certainly he did, Lord Maltenby," she assured him.

"I am trying hard to be my own mechanic, though, and I have set my mind on changing those plugs myself to-morrow morning." "You are your own chauffeur, then, Miss Abbeway ?" her inquisitor asked.
"Absolutely." "You can change a wheel, perhaps ?" "Theoretically I can, but as a matter of fact I have never had to do it.'" "Your tyres," Colonel Henderson continued, "are of somewhat unusual pattern." "They are Russian," she told him.

"I bought them for that reason.

As a matter of fact, they are very good tyres." "Miss Abbeway," the Colonel said, "I don't know whether you are aware that my police are in search of a spy who is reported to have escaped from the marshes last night in a small motor-car which was left at a certain spot in the Salthouse road.

I do not believe that there are two tyres such as yours in Norfolk.