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"Them things," said Alfred the chauffeur, tapping the speed indicator / with his fingers, "them things are all right for the police. But, Lord, / you can fix 'em up if you want to. Did you ever hear about Henery, that / used to drive for old John Bull -- about Henery and the elephant?"
Alfred was chauffeur to a friend of mine who owned a very powerful car. / Alfred was part of that car. Weirdly intelligent, of poor physique, he / might have been any age from fifteen to eighty. His education had been / somewhat hurried, but there was no doubt as to his mechanical ability. / He took to a car like a young duck to water. He talked motor, thought / motor, and would have accepted -- I won't say with enthusiasm, for / Alfred's motto was 'Nil admirari' -- but without hesitation, an offer to / drive in the greatest race in the world. He could drive really well, / too; as for belief in himself, after six months' apprenticeship in / a garage he was prepared to vivisect a six-cylinder engine with the / confidence of a diplomaed bachelor of engineering.