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Updated: June 3, 2025
As he leaped to the ground and raised his green hat, he took a second look at the automobile, a look of mingled wonder and respect. It was an old-fashioned, high- powered Panhard, capable, despite its antiquity, of astonishing speed in any sort of going. "For heaven's sake," he began, shouting to her above the roar of the wind and rain, "don't let him drive like that over those "
A policeman on duty had his attention drawn by larrikins to a man in prison dress who was stepping with considerable coolness into the steering-seat of a pretty high-toned Panhard; he was accompanied by a girl wrapped in a ragged shawl.
"She was afoot, having walked from the station below. I met her at the corners and she asked me if I knew how far it was to Green Fancy, or something like that. Said she was going there. Then along came the automobile, rattling down this very road, an ancient Panhard driven by an old codger.
I found Ralph's big Panhard there, but Ralph himself had not come. "His Lordship is expecting you at the hotel, sir," the chauffeur told me. "He would have come down himself, but he was expecting a caller." In less than half an hour I was in my brother's sitting-room. Ralph greeted me cordially.
It was the day which saw Edge the proud winner of the Gordon Bennett Cup, and the morning upon which Jarrott broke up his bedroom furniture to stiffen the frame of his 70-h.p. Panhard.
He brought himself to with an effort, closed his hand about the wheel, and then answered me: "That's the girl, right enough," he said; "you saw her for yourself." "Oh, look here, I can't take that. Don't you know Maisa Hubbard, who drove the big Panhard last autumn?" "I know Maisa Hubbard who used to dance at the Casino Theatre in New York, and she's the same.
She gained an honest living by painting green leaves on yellow wash-basins in Stephen's renowned earthenware manufactory. She spoke the dialect of the people. She had probably never heard of Christian Science, bridge, Paquin, Panhard, Father Vaughan, the fall of consols, osprey plumes, nor the new theology. Nobody in the house knew her name; even Stephen had forgotten it.
I thought that I'd grown accustomed to motoring through traffic, for once Stan took me in his Panhard, all the way from Battlemead to Pall Mall, where he stood me a very jolly luncheon at the Carlton Hotel, but that experience was nothing to this.
The message was simple enough. "'Saw Barraclough Polperro this morning. Been following all day. Escaped in Panhard, probably will enter London by Portsmouth or Great Western Road. Am pursuing in Ford car. Obstruct. Harrison Smith." It was handed in at eight o'clock and postmarked Wimborne. "Saw Barraclough!" repeated Hipps. "Harrison Smith's gone crazy."
I said I'd try and think of a better plan than selling your Panhard, and going out to help work an African farm on the proceeds. Well, I have thought of a plan, and there you have the proof of my combined solicitude and ingenuity, in my own paper." "Don't shoot off big words at me." "I'm a journalist; my father before me was a journalist, and got his silly old baronetcy by being a journalist.
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