CHAPTER XVIIAfter three or four minutes of stuffing useful things into our pockets and a couple of overnight bags, we went downstairs to the ground floor; turning toward the back door, we ran smack into a sentinel of the usurpers. He wavered, then stepped aside as we strode toward him. I did not want to make a scene in The Gander, so waited until we stood in the lane behind the inn before I told them we had been seen.
“Never thought we wouldn’t be,” said the Colonel. “Where’s the garage, Alec?”
It was directly opposite the rear of the inn. We went in and, unmolested, packed ourselves into the great red Rolls. “Whither?” said I, taking over the wheel.
“The Albany. I’ve guns there we’ll need before we’re much older.”
“Then to the Gloucester,” said Alec, “for Johnson.”
I swung out into t
