By half-past three I was tearing past the moonlit hedgerows of Kent, with MacGillivray's best man on the seat beside me.
CHAPTER 10 Various Parties Converging on the Sea
A pink and blue June morning found me at Bradgate looking from the Griffin Hotel over a smooth sea to the lightship on the Cock sands which seemed the size of a bell-buoy. A couple of miles farther south and much nearer the shore a small destroyer was anchored. Scaife, MacGillivray's man,who had been in the Navy, knew the boat, and told me her name and her commander's, so I sent off a wire to Sir Walter.