'Put me down somewhere near
the end of Vauxhall Bridge, and I'll find my way.'
"'Spoken like an angel,' said I. 'And then, Farrell, you're for the
National Liberal Club. The servants there are not known to me, but
I'll bet on their asking fewer questions than I should have to answer
your housekeeper.'
"I think Farrell was about to demand time for consideration. But the
Lady Petunia gripped him by the arm. 'Loveadove!' she exclaimed.
'There's a copper coming down the road!' We bundled him back into
the taxi. 'It's a real copper, too,' she warned me as she sprang in
at his heels. 'Spark her up, and hurry!--I can tell the sound of
their boots at fifty yards.'
"Well, Otty, I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and she.--She was
right. The policeman came up and drew to a halt as, without an
indecent show of haste, I dropped into the driver's seat, started up
and slewed the wheel round.
"'Anything wrong?' he asked.
"'There was,' said I. 'Over-succulence in the bivalves: but she'll
work home, I think.'
"I pipped him Good night, and we sailed down the hill in some style.
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