"We nearly ran you down, old chap. Berry's voice. "About a
quarter of a mile from here, towards Fladstadt. But why were you
driving away?"

I stared at him. "Driving away?" I said slowly. "Then- "

There were quick steps and the rustling of a dress.

Then Silvia spoke. "What is it, Bi11? Tell me. Who's hurt?"

"It's all right, m'dear," said the man's voice. "Mrs. Pleydell's
brother's met with an accident. We found him in the road. Don't
make a noise. This is my sister, Mrs. Pleydell."

"How d'you do?" said Daphne. "My brother seems- "

"I'm all right," I said suddenly. "I'd lost my way, see? And
one of the tires went, just as I was passing a big white house on
the left. I stopped under a balcony, I think."

"That's right," said Bill Bairling. "Balcony of Silvia's room."

"I never knew it was St. Martin, though. I must have cut across
country somehow. Still. Well, there was no jack on the car so I
couldn't do anything. Just as I was getting in again, I heard a
noise above me and turned. My foot slipped on the step, and I
fell on my side. Couple of ribs gone, I think. I tried to get
on to Fladstadt. Is the car all right?"