tennis you have
in your garden!"

Audrey was more than surprised, she was staggered by the revelation of the
attitude of genius towards money. She had not suspected it. Then she
remembered the simple natural tome in which Musa had once told her that
both Tommy and Nick contributed to his income. She ought to have
comprehended from that avowal more than she, in fact, had comprehended. And
now the first hopes of worldly success were strongly developing that
unsuspected trait in the young man's character. Audrey was aware of a great
fear. Could he be a genius, after all? Was it conceivable that an authentic
musical genius should enter up daily in a little book every sou he spent?

A rapid, spitting, explosive sound, close behind the car and a little to
the right, took her mind away from Musa and back to the adventure. She
looked round, half expecting what she should see--and she saw it, namely,
the detective on a motor-cycle. It was an "Indian" machine and painted red.
And as she looked, the car, after taking a corner, got into a straight bit
of the splendid road and the motor-bicycle dropped away from it.

"Can't you shake off that motor-bicycle thing?" Audrey rather
superciliously asked the chauffeur.

Having first looked at his mirror, the chauffeur, who, like a horse, could
see in two directions at once, gazed cautiously at the road in front and at
the motor-bicycle behind, simultaneously.

"I doubt it, madam," he said. And yet his tone and glance expressed deep
scorn of the motor-bicycle. "As a general rule you can't."

"I should have thought you could beat a little thing like that," said
Audrey.

"Them things can do sixty when they've a mind to," said the chauffeur, with
finality, and gave all his attention to the road.

At intervals he looked at his mirror. The motor-bicycle had vanished into
the past, and as it failed to reappear he gradually grew confident and
disdainful. But just as the car was going down the short hill into the
outskirts of Colchester the motor-bicycle came into view once more.

"Where to, madam?" inquired the chauffeur.

"This is Colchester, isn't it?" she demanded nervously, though she knew
perfectly well that it was Colchester.

"Yes, madam."

"Straight through! Straight through!"

"The London road?"

"Yes. The London road," she agreed. London was, of course, the only
possible destination.

"But breakfast, madam?"

"Oh! The usual thing," said Audrey. "You'll have yours wh