COMING OF THE BLACK STONE
best we can do and it's hard to see how then can be any miscarriage. But I don't mind admitting that I'm horribly nervous. This murder of Karolides will play the deuce in the chancellories of Europe."
After breakfast he asked me if I could drive a car.
"Well, you'll be my chauffeur to-day and wear Hudson's rig. You're about his size. You have a hand in this business and we are taking no risks. There are desperate men. against us, who will not respect the country retreat of an over-worked official."
When I first came to London I had bought a car and amused myself with running about the south of England, so I knew something of the geography. I took Sir Walter to town by the Bath Road and made good going. It was a soft breathless June morning, with a promise of sultriness later, but it was delicious enough swinging through the little towns with their freshly watered streets, and past the
summer gardens of the Thames valley. I landed Sir Walter at his house in Queen
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