“Here we are at the garage,” he said. “Let’s hope the high-mettled Hispano has not been subjected to any indignities.”

The gentleman at the garage presented a bill for five shillings and made a few vague remarks about loose nuts. Bundle paid him with a sweet smile.

“It’s nice to know we all get money for nothing sometimes,” she murmured to Jimmy.

The three stood together in the road, silent for the moment as they each pondered the situation.

“I know,” said Bundle suddenly.

“Know what?”

“Something I meant to ask you⁠—and nearly forgot. Do you remember that glove that Superintendent Battle found⁠—the half-burnt one?”

“Yes.”