CHAPTER VIII

THE GRAY CAR’S ROUND THE remainder of that day came to French as a sort of anti-climax. He put in a wearisome afternoon’s work with, so far as he could see, no result whatever. After some half-hour in the clump of trees he suddenly saw his man appear at the door of the house, wearing plus fours and with a bag of golf clubs over his shoulder. He turned towards French and when he reached the end of the road, struck off along a footpath across the fields. This brought him near French’s retreat, not so near as to risk …