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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Sutgrove had just looked back to see if I was comfortable, when he saw another car on the road behind us. We had not long passed through Radlett. You know the straight stretch of road just past the new Dutch barn on the left "
"He is the man I told you about, whom I consider to be my rival, you know." The inspector's eyes twinkled. "I shouldn't let him drive me into any more adventures like last night's, Mr. Sutgrove," he advised. "If you were ten years older my age, you know you wouldn't need the warning, A bout of rheumatic fever would be small consolation for the loss of the lady."
One evening when we were driving slowly along a bye-road in the vicinity of Uxbridge, in accordance with our preconceived plan the Mercédès had not then arrived, and our progress was additionally slow as the roads were exceedingly heavy, as rain had been falling daily ever since the night I had been arrested suddenly my companion said "Do you know anything of Persian poetry, Mr. Sutgrove?"
It became increasingly difficult, when a few minutes after my arrival Colonel Maitland joined us. "It was lucky for him he did not meet us, hey, Sutgrove?" said the Colonel. "You, Winter, and myself, would soon settle a Motor Pirate, wouldn't we?" I muttered something which would pass for an assent, while Mannering shot an amused smile in my direction.
"But do not forget that the two occurrences took place at least a hundred and thirty miles apart within less than three hours of one another. I will swear that no motor yet built would cover those roads inside three hours. I know them. No, Sutgrove. The moral seems to me to be that it is unwise for a motorman to look upon the wine when it is red, if he wants to get anywhere afterwards."
Above and about us the black night, beside us the two cars coughing and grunting as if anxious to be moving, and that silent figure sitting up erect upon his seat, utterly unconscious of the two persons standing watching him with horror-stricken faces. Forrest's voice, clear, cool, incisive, brought me to myself. "One of your lamps here, Sutgrove, if you can manage it."
"Surely that depends on what the girl thinks, doesn't it?" asked Evie. "A good many girls haven't much admiration for the man who would act as you suggest." "Ah, well!" returned Mannering. "I see now where Sutgrove has succeeded. The prize always goes to the adventurous." Again there was a subtle provocation in his tone something very like a sneer.
The detective worried the door like a bear at the bars of his cage, but he could not move it. He gnashed his teeth, and he was white with rage. From the other side we could hear the sound of heavy objects being moved, and we guessed that our enemy was piling the most massive articles his workshop contained against the door to make it more secure. "D n you, Sutgrove!" shouted the detective.
Then she wheeled round on me. "Now tell me, Mr. Sutgrove, didn't that dream of father's really happen to you last night?" What course was open to me but confession? I admitted the truth of the story, and the Colonel was so choked with merriment, that I feared lest he should be stricken with apoplexy.
We caught up to the stranger hand over fist, and not until we were nearly touching did I slacken speed. As I did so the occupant of the car shouted out, "That you, Sutgrove? Never more pleased to meet with a friend in my life." It was Mannering. "Seen anything of the Pirate?" shouted Forrest, by way of reply.
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