伯特伦旅馆之谜14
时间：2026-01-04 07:42:22
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On the Bedhampton Motorway, nine miles away, a steady stream of night
lorries was grinding its way north. A big white racing car flashed past
them.
Ten minutes later, it turned off the motorway.
The garage on the corner of the B road bore the sign CLOSED. But the big
doors swung open and the white car was driven straight in, the doors clos-
ing again behind it. Three men worked at lightning speed. A fresh set of
number plates were attached. The driver changed his coat and cap. He
had worn white sheepskin before. Now he wore black leather. He drove
out again. Three minutes after his departure, an old Morris Oxford, driven
by a clergyman, chugged out onto the road and proceeded to take a route
through various turning and twisting country lanes.
A station wagon, driven along a country road, slowed up as it came
upon an old Morris Oxford stationary by the hedge, with an elderly man
standing over it.
The driver of the station wagon put out a head.
“Having trouble? Can I help?”
“Very good of you. It’s my lights.”
The two drivers approached each other—listened. “All clear.”
Various expensive American-style cases were transferred from the Mor-
ris Oxford to the station wagon.
A mile or two farther on, the station wagon turned off on what looked
like a rough track but which presently turned out to be the back way to a
large and opulent mansion. In what had been a stableyard, a big white
Mercedes car was standing. The driver of the station wagon opened its
boot with a key, transferred the cases to the boot, and drove away again in
the station wagon.
In a nearby farmyard a cock crowed noisily.
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