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Then I changed one of the sparking plugs for the new one I had bought in the city, and buried the discarded one deep in the sand. Then I let out nearly all the petrol so that I should reach home with very little left, and finally, wheeling my machine on to the road, and seeing no one in sight, in order to ensure a well-travelled appearance. I gave everything a good covering of dust, including my own self. About this latter precaution, however, I need not have troubled for I had hardly started the engine and moved off when a heavy rain storm swept down and both the machine and I were soon well spattered over with mud.
For two or three minutes the rain descended in torrents, and entering the town I saw Dayus the detective sheltering under a verandah and talking to another man. In pure devilry I tooted loudly on my horn to attract the former's attention, and was delighted upon his companion turning round in my direction too, to see that the latter was no less than the detective Glass.