"That will at least ensure a remand for a week for you to continue your investigations?" "I think so, sir." "Without bail?" "If it is opposed." "We oppose it, then. Did you bring any one down with you?" Inspector Moeletter had not done so. He had not been able to anticipate what amended instructions he might receive in London, so he had thought it as well to come alone. "For political reasons it is desirable that nothing should be known publicly of the arrest until you have your prisoner safely at Stafford," said B. "At present he is motoring in the southern counties. I have information that he will leave Farnham this afternoon between three and half-past and proceed direct to Guildford. Is there any reason why you should not arrest him between the two places?" Inspector Moeletter knew of none. "It will be preferable to doing so in either town from our point of view," continued B., "and it is not known whether he intends leaving Guildford to-night." The inspector took out an innocent-looking pocket-book, whose elastic band was a veritable hangman's noose, and noted the facts. "Is a description of the motor-car available?" he enquired. B. picked up a sheet of paper. "It is a large car, a 30 H.P. Daimler, with a covered body, and painted in two shades of green," he read from the paper. "The number is L.N. 7246." "I would suggest bringing him straight on in the car," said Moeletter. "It would obviate the publicity of railway travelling." B. nodded. "There is another thing," he said. "It is absolutely necessary to avoid the London termini. They are all watched systematically by agents of the League--spies who call themselves patriots. You will take the 7.30 train with your prisoner, but you will join it at Willesden. I will have it stopped for you." "I shall need a man who can drive the motor to go down with me," the detective reminded him. B. struck a bell. "Send Sergeant Tolkeith in," he said to the attendant. Sergeant Tolkeith was apparently being kept ready in the next room, to be slipped at the fall of the flag, so to speak. He came in very smartly. "You will remain with Inspector Moeletter while he is in London, and make all the necessary arrangements for him," instructed B. "I suppose that there are men at Scotland Yard available now who can drive every kind of motor?" Sergeant Tolkeith hazarded the opinion that there were men at Scotland Yard at that moment who could drive--he looked round the room in search of some strange or Titanic vehicle to which the prowess of Scotland Yard would be equal--"Well, Anything." "A man who knows the roads," continued B. "Though, for that matter, it's a simple enough route--the Portsmouth road all the way to Kingston, and then across to Willesden. You had better avoid Guildford, by the way, coming back. Now, what other assistance will you require?" "How many are there likely to be in the car, sir?"