With the utmost caution I proceeded to induct myself into the driver's seat. As I sat down, Miss Deriot slipped in front of the bonnet and round to the near side. She was opening the high side-door and my foot was on the self-starter, when I heard the murmur of voices. We were not a second too soon. The moment I had started the engine there was a cry followed by the clattering of heavy shoes upon cobbles, and as the car slid into the road a man in a grey hat came tearing out of the inn's courtyard, waving his arms and yelling like one possessed. Hard on his heels came pounding his supporters, three of them, all bellowing like bulls. So much I saw for myself. Agatha, kneeling on the seat by my side, kept me informed of their movements till we swept out of sight. "He's simply dancing. The one in the grey hat, I mean. Now he's shaking his fist at us. Oh, he's mad. He's thrown his hat on the ground. O-o-o, Boy, he's trying to kick one of the others. Oh, I wish you could see...." The merry voice dissolved into peals of laughter. Then the road curled, and Agatha turned left about and settled herself by my side. "How did you know my Christian name?" I demanded. "Your sister used it this morning. You see, I've forgotten your other, and I can't keep on saying 'you.' But I won't do it again." "Please, Agatha." "Deriot. One 'r.' I say, you've torn your coat properly." "It feels as if it was in two pieces," said I. "If it wasn't for the collar, it would be," said Agatha. "Never mind. Bare backs are still fashionable. And what's a torn coat, when you've got the car again?" "You're right," I agreed. "You'd hardly believe it," I added, "but I can tell from the feel of her that some stranger's been driving." "I can believe it. After all, a car's just like a horse." As she spoke, we sped into the market square of Bloodstock. The police station stood in Love Lane, a couple of streets away. Here a disappointment was in store. The sole representative of the Law was a station sergeant in his shirt-sleeves and a state of profuse perspiration. Between his lips was a penholder, and he held a telephone receiver to his left ear. In an adjoining room the bell of another telephone was ringing violently in long regular spasms, while, somewhere quite close, a dog was giving ceaseless vent to those short sharp barks which denote impatience of detention. A sudden elevation of the sergeant's eyebrows invited me to state my business, but before I had spoken two sentences he shifted the penholder from his mouth and shook his head.