en I have mine."

"But we shall run out of petrol, madam."

"Never mind," said Audrey sublimely.

The chauffeur, with characteristic skill, arranged that the car should run
out of petrol precisely in front of the best hotel in Chelmsford, which was
about half-way to London. The motor-bicycle had not been seen for several
miles. But scarcely had they resumed the journey, by the Epping road, when
it came again into view--in front of them. How had the fellow guessed that
they would take the longer Epping road instead of the shorter Romford road?

"When shall we be arriving in Frinton?" Musa inquired, beatific.

"We shan't be arriving in Frinton any more," said Audrey. "We must go
straight to London."

"It is like a dream," Musa murmured, as it were in ecstasy. Then his
features changed and he almost screamed: "But my violin! My violin! We must
go back for it."

"Violin!" said Audrey. "That's nothing! I've even come without gloves." And
she had.

She reassured Musa as to the violin, and the chauffeur as to the abandoned
Gladstone bag containing the chauffeur's personal effects, and herself as
to many things. An hour and twenty minutes later the car, with three people
in it, thickly dusted even to the eyebrows, drew up in the courtyard of
Charing Cross railway station, and the motor-cycle was visible, its glaring
red somewhat paled, in the Strand outside. The time was ten-fifteen.

"We shall take the eleven o'clock boat train for Paris," she said to Musa.

"You also?"

She nodded. He was in heaven. He could even do without his violin.

"How nice it is not to be bothered with luggage," she said.

The chauffeur was pacified with money, of which Audrey had a sufficiency.

And all the time Audrey kept saying to herself:

"I'm not going to Paris to please Musa, so don't let him think it! I'm only
going so as to put the detective off and keep Jane Foley out of his
clutches, because if I stay in London he'll be bound to find everything
out."

While Musa kept watch for the detective at the door of the telegraph office
Audrey telegraphed, as laconically as possible, to Frinton concerning
clothes and the violin, and then they descended to subterranean marble
chambers in order to get rid of dust, and they came up to earth again, each
out of a separate cellar, renewed. And, lastly, Audrey slipped into the
Strand and bought a pair of gloves, and thereafter felt herself to be
completely equipped against the world's gaze.