I was obliged, as I was saying, to spend some uncomfortable minutes standing in

the drawing room yesterday afternoon while Mr Farraday went about his bantering.

 

I responded as usual by smiling slightly - sufficient at least to indicate that

I was participating in some way with the good-humouredness with which he was

carrying on - and waited to see if my employer's permission regarding the trip

would be forthcoming. As I had anticipated, he gave his kind permission after

not too great a delay, and furthermore, Mr Farraday was good enough to remember

and reiterate his generous offer to 'foot the bill for the gas'.

 

So then, there seems little reason why I should not undertake my motoring trip

to the West Country. I would of course have to write to Miss Kenton to tell her

I might be passing by; I would also need to see to the matter of the costumes.

 

Various other questions concerning arrangements here in the house during my

absence will need to be settled. But all in all, I can see no genuine reason

'Why I should not undertake this trip.

 

Day One - Evening

 

Salisbury

 

TONIGHT, I find myself here in a guest house in the city of Salisbury. The first

day of my trip is now completed, and all in all, I must say I am quite

satisfied. This expedition began this morning almost an hour later than I had