Kindle Notes & Highlights
He was waiting to be completed, he wasn’t meant to stop the way he was.
Little friendly roadster, smuggled out to a nearby garage with connivance of one of the servants, bedded there in hiding throughout the day, tuned up and waiting for the moment of flight. Little roadster that no detective in the world could overtake now any longer, because its mistress was in love, and love has wings, doesn’t bother reading speed gauges.
