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Updated: June 12, 2025

John, the fat would be in the fire with a vengeance, and her chance of marrying John Sarand about equal to mine of mating with the crowned heads of Europe. What to do I knew no more than the dead.

Sir Max Pemberton - The Man Who Drove the Car

"I don't suppose I ought to do it, miss," I said, "unless your uncle in New York has left you anything " "Oh," she burst out, laughing as she said it, "he's dead, Britten; besides, I don't want any uncles now, for I shall marry Mr. Sarand directly Lord Badington gives his consent and that won't be long, for we are going down to his house to-night to get it."

Sir Max Pemberton - The Man Who Drove the Car

Sarand. But time she must have, and if she did not get it, well, then, time of another kind might await her. It would have broken my heart to see misfortune overtake pretty Dolly St. John, and I swore that it should not, if any wit of mine could prevent it.

Sir Max Pemberton - The Man Who Drove the Car

I told her frankly that I was glad to hear it, and that I thought Mr. Sarand a very lucky gentleman. What's more, I believed her story, and I knew that if this marriage came off, there would not be much trouble about my firm's seventy-five, and that half the tradesmen in London would be running after Dolly again inside a week.

Sir Max Pemberton - The Man Who Drove the Car

"And by that time," said I to myself, "she'll be off to London if she's clever enough, and perhaps find Mr. Sarand at the station to meet her." I slept upon this for you will understand that Moss had no real intention of going on that night, after he heard about the tubes and at nine o'clock next morning I had my car ready, and drove her round to the "Lord Warden."

Sir Max Pemberton - The Man Who Drove the Car

Now will you please tell me what is the next move, miss, for I'm beginning to think I should like my supper?" She was down on the road herself by this time, and pretty enough she looked in her motor veil, and the beautiful sables which Mr. Sarand had given her last winter.

Sir Max Pemberton - The Man Who Drove the Car

Dolly was one of these, and a more talkative little body never existed. I knew her history the very first afternoon I took her round; and by the third, I could have told you that she had met the Hon. John Sarand, and meant to marry him, even if his old father, Lord Badington, had to go on the halls in consequence.

Sir Max Pemberton - The Man Who Drove the Car