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"If you'd only keep quiet," said Michael Prenderby, edging a chair between himself and the vigorous Martin who was loudly demanding particulars, "I'll tell you all about it. The garage is halfway down the Lea Bridge Road, on the left-hand side not far past the river or canal or whatever it is. It's called The Ritz -- er -- because there's a coffee-stall incorporated with it. It's not a very big place. The usual type -- a big whitewashed shed with a tin roof -- no tiles or anything. While the chap was fixing the plug the doors were open, so I looked in, and there, sitting in a corner, a bit like ‘Dora' and a bit like a duchess, but unmistakably herself, was Colonel Coombe's original mechanical brougham."
"But are you sure?"