Though there were several police in evidence, they took no notice of the two men in the small Calthorpe when they were looking for a green Mercedes with a different registration number. Thanks also to their disguise they passed in safety through Winchester itself where they sensed a certain air of expectation as though the news were already known that the mysterious green car they were looking out for contained the London criminals about whose doings the previous night the papers were so full. “We’ve run through ’em once,” murmured Dixon nervously, as they passed two groups of policemen about fifty yards apart. “I wonder they haven’t built a barricade to stop our doing it again.” “They don’t need to here,” replied Rezaire. “You can’t go more than ten miles an hour anywhere in this old town.” They threaded their way through the old capital of England, losing their direction once and being obliged to ask.
