“What’s the joke?” said Bill, glad of the more social atmosphere.

“Cayley. Didn’t you see?”

“See what?”

“The car. Going past on the road there.”

“So that’s what you were looking for. You’ve got jolly good eyes, my boy, if you recognize the car at this distance after only seeing it twice.”

“Well, I have got jolly good eyes.”

“I thought he was going to Stanton.”

“He hoped you’d think so⁠—obviously.”