‘Ah, that would be perfect.’ Harry slipped his jacket on. ‘Do you think he’d sell?’

‘Let’s go and see. Get his address from Jake’s workbook.’

Harry dived for the book, riffling through the pages. ‘Here it is – he lives in Bloomsbury.’

They both headed for the door as Jake bellowed, ‘Are you two still here?’

‘By the way, if we do get to see him, I’ll have to keep out of the way. He saw me once when he came to my home, but I don’t think he’ll recognize me in these working clothes.’

‘That could be tricky.’ Harry was obviously curious. ‘I get the impression you don’t like him, so what was he doing at your place?’

‘It’s a long story, but if he recognizes me we’ll never be able to make him part with the car.’

‘In that case don’t say a word, pull your cap down over your eyes and keep behind me. I’ll do the talking. But what do you think are the chances of buying it from him?’

Matt shrugged. ‘I’ve no idea. Depends on how hard up he is, I suppose.’

‘Blast!’ Harry stared gloomily ahead. ‘He’s loaded, I’m told.’

‘Afraid so.’ Matt clenched his jaw in determination. ‘But I’ll get the car off him if I can. A man like that doesn’t deserve to own such a beautiful vehicle!’ And he certainly doesn’t deserve to own such a lovely and courageous girl as Jenny, he thought. Fury burnt through him every time he thought of the terrible life her aunt and this man had planned for her. If there was the slightest truth in the tales they’d heard about Greaves, then the man was a brute. The more he learnt about Jenny the more he admired her.

Matt pulled up outside an impressive four-storey house, gleaming white in the pale sunshine.

‘Phew!’ Harry whistled softly through his teeth. ‘We could be wasting our time here.’

‘You could be right, but it’s worth a try. Jake hasn’t given us much time to find a decent Rolls, and we know this one is superb.’ Matt got out of the car and began to stride towards the flight of steps leading up to the front door.

Harry caught hold of his sleeve and raised his eyebrows in query. ‘Don’t you think we ought to go round the back to the servants’ entrance?’

‘Whoops, I forgot. Force of habit.’

Placing a firm hand on Matt’s shoulder, Harry guided him to the side entrance. ‘You’re a common working man now. It’s the servants’ entrance for the likes of us.’

They were both laughing as Matt knocked on the door and stepped back. ‘I’ll keep out of the way because if I see that man I might tell him just what I think of him.’