Jack in the Green
“Is she going to be all right?” Arthur asked, unable to keep his anxiety out of his tone. “We’ve been through a lot together. I’d hate to have to say goodbye to the old girl.”
“Don’t you worry, sir,” Goodman’s mellow voice reassured him from under the bonnet of the Bentley. “She’s in good hands. We’ll have her back on her feet in no time.”
Arthur peered at the mechanic suspiciously, trying to divine whether the man was making fun of him. It never worked, not for him at any rate. His sister Mary would have had this man’s measure in an instant, but Arthur had always found it dreadfully difficult to tell what anyone was thinking. “Ah! Good man! Er, no pun intended, of course,” he added, feeling his face grow hot.
“‘Course not, sir.” The mechanic straightened, the corners
