"
"Tell me what you know," said Harry, crisply. "Then we'll put two and two
together. I say, Jack, we don't want to be seen, you know. Isn't there some
side road that doesn't lead anywhere, where I can run in with the car while
we talk?"
"Yes. There's a place about a quarter of a mile further on that will do
splendidly," he replied.
"All right. Lead the way! Tell me when we come to it. I've just thought of
something else I ought never to have forgotten. At least, I thought of it
when I took the things out of my pockets while I was changing my clothes."
They soon came to the turning Jack had thought of, and a run of a few
hundred yards took them entirely out of sight of the main road, and to a
place where they were able to feel fairly sure of not being molested.
Then they exchanged stories. Harry told his first. Then he heard of Dick's
escape, and of his meeting with Jack. He nodded at the story they had heard
from Gaffer Hodge.
"That accounts for how Graves knew," he said, with much satisfaction. "What
happened then?"
When he heard of how they had thought too late of calling Colonel
Throckmorton by telephone he sighed.
"If you'd only got that message through before Graves got in his work!" he
said. "He'd have had to believe you then, of course. How unlucky!"
"I know," said Jack.
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