ead-quarters of the Army Corps which lands at Weybourne?
It's a natural position, standing upon high ground and commanding the
whole of the surrounding country. Signals made from that church tower
yonder could be seen very far afield."

Then, as we sat together in the coffee-room of the hotel, eating a hasty
meal, he remarked:

"We'll go back to Cromer to-night, but I shall go to town to-morrow.
You'll wait till my return, won't you?"

So I was left alone for nearly a week; and on his return he announced
that we must at once shift our quarters to Lowestoft. So south we went
that same night, arriving at midnight, and putting up at the
many-balconied Empire Hotel.

The town interested my companion not at all, but from there we went
forth each day on long motor excursions, scouring the whole country as
far south as Aldborough and as far west as Bury St. Edmunds. All the
roads round Southwold, Bungay, Saxmundham, Stow Market, and many other
towns we reconnoitred, apparently always with the same object--to
discover wheel-tracks of a mysterious car.

The garages of every town Ray visited alone, but his inquiries always
met with the same negative result.

Late one afternoon, however, when on the road between Wymondham and
Diss, he suddenly shouted to the driver to stop, and jumping out,
examined the track of wheels. The road, however, was hard at that spot,
and it was some time before he could decide whether the car had
travelled north or south.

"They've gone north!" he declared with satisfaction; therefore we
continued to follow them towards Wymondham, where they had drawn up at
the "Old Green Dragon," and gone forth again, striking into a by-road
which led to Bracon Ash.

"Ha!" he cried, when he saw this, "so they're busy at work--that's
plain!"

But by this time the light had faded, and much to our chagrin we were
again compelled to give up the hunt, and find our way over by Hempnall,
and so through Bungay back to Lowestoft.

Next day we were early back again at the spot, but heavy rain had
unfortunately fallen all night, so the tracks had been obliterated.

After another week of unsuccessful journeying we were, one day, about
half-way between Norwich going towards Aylsham, when my friend's keen
eyes caught sight of a wheel-track coming out of a narrow by-road.

We halted, and descending he examined them minutely, declaring that they
were what we were in search of, and quite fresh.

Therefore, considerably