The next moment,
the lights of his car became visible to all the men in the little front
garden of the cottage.
"Hist! Wait till that's gone by!" whispered Neddy.
"Yes, and get round to the back. Get out of sight round here." He drew
Neddy round the curve of the Tower wall till his big frame was hidden by
it; then he himself crouched down under the wall, with his head
cautiously protruded. The night had grown clearer; it was possible to
see figures at a distance of some yards now.
Beaumaroy also perceived the car. Whose it was and the explanation of its
appearance even occurred to his mind. But he kept still. He did not want
visitors; he conceived his hand to be a better one than it really was,
and preferred to play it by himself. If the car passed by, well and good.
Only if it stopped at the gate would he have to take action.
It did stop at the gate. Mike saw it stop. Then its engine was shut off,
and a man got out of it, and came up to the garden gate. Though the
watching Mike had never seen him before, he had little difficulty in
guessing who he was, and he remembered something that the Sergeant had
said about him.
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