CHAPTER XI

SURPRISES Armitage made the run between the seaside cottage and the inland farm at a speed the manufacturers of the car would gladly have mentioned in their next advertisement. Excitement mastered his fatigue. He had been awake over forty hours when he stopped to snatch a little sleep, and soon after dawn he was again on his way, his sense of exhilaration increased by the chilly tang beneath the morning’s freshness, like the claws of a cat barely unsheathed in her velvety paws. Just what he was racing toward with h…