"Two men," corrected Ford, "And a third man to drive the car.
I thought it out one day at Clarkson's when I came across a
lot of German uniforms. I thought of it as a newspaper story,
as a trick to find out how prepared you people are to meet
invasion. And when you said just now that you wanted a chance
to go to jail --"

"What's your plan?" interrupted Birrell.

"We would start just before dawn--" began Ford.

"We?" demanded Herbert. "Are you in this?"

"Am I in it?" cried Ford indignantly. "It's my own private
invasion! I'm letting you boys in on the ground floor. If I
don't go, there won t be any invasion!"

The two pink-cheeked youths glanced at each other inquiringly
and then nodded.

"We accept your services, sir," said Birrell gravely. "What's
your plan?"

In astonishment Major Bellew glanced from one to the other
and then slapped the table with his open palm. His voice
shook with righteous indignation.

"Of all the preposterous, outrageous--Are you mad?" he
demanded. "Do you suppose for one minute I will allow--"