Chapter 58

There was no doubt about it. Birot, the great Birot, was being pushed. He had meant to win comfortably, and now he was being pushed. He had seen the signal made to St. Loe and had smiled in his heart. He would show them how to let a car go. And so he had—for one hundred and twenty miles. Eleven ‘fastest’ laps. And now he was being pushed. The pace was truly appalling. With Gyneth’s arm fast beneath hers, Judy Boleyn was trembling like any leaf. Toby had put up his glasses, because, when he sought to use them, he co…