8In a thickly settled country like England it was not so easy to find a spot where they could unload Allington from the car by daylight without risk of discovery. Plug left the main road, but in every likely spot there always seemed to be a farm wagon creaking along within sight, or labourers in the fields. d**k longed for the sun to go down. It was hanging low in the sky when Plug finally stopped before an untenanted house.
“Here’s a stroke of luck,” he said, opening the door of the cab; “this is a darn sight better than a patch of woods or a ditch.”
“Coast clear?” asked d**k.
“All clear.”
“Then drive around behind where the car will be hidden from the road.”
Plug obeyed. From signs affixed to the fence it was apparent that somebody had designed to build a villa community in this spo
