it slowed down, then came to a halt. there was a thud, as the chauffeur jumped down. john heard him fumbling in the tool box. presently the body of the machine was raised slightly as he got to work with the jack. john's muscles relaxed. he leaned back. surely something could be made of this new development. but the hand that held the revolver never wavered. he paused, irresolute. and at the moment somebody spoke in the road outside.