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So far as Wilkinson could judge, no great danger was likely to arise from his experiment. If the worse came to the worst, it would only mean the entangling of the wire with the wheels of the machine, no more than a ruined tyre or two. But the detective was not so easy in his mind when it dawned upon him that the car was moving at a tremendous pace. He could see the lights a quarter of a mile away dancing over the road.
They seemed to rise and fall as if leaping along, and Wilkinson cursed as he foresaw the possibility of catastrophe. What on earth were they moving at that pace for? What reason could there be for this breakneck hurry? They had started deliberately, and Wilkinson was quite at a loss to understand why they were running this terrible risk.