Oh, bend your eyes, nor send your glance about. 
Oh, watch your feet, nor stray beyond the kerb. 
Oh, bind your heart lest it find secrets out. 
For thus no punishment
Of magic shall disturb
Your very great content.

Oh, shut your lips to words that are forbidden. 
Oh, throw away your sword, nor think to fight. 
Seek not the best, the best is better hidden. 
Thus need you have no fear,
No terrible delight
Shall cross your path, my dear.

Call no man foe, but never love a stranger. 
Build up no plan, nor any star pursue. 
Go forth with crowds; in loneliness is danger. 
Thus nothing Fate can send,
And nothing Fate can do
Shall pierce your peace, my friend.

Christina the motor car started next morning.  She set her tyres on the road to the Secret World.  For all the clues that Jay provided pointed to that region.

“Here is another letter from Jay,” said Mrs. Gustus as they started, bristling with clues.  Odd, under the circumstances, that she writes to me so often and so freely.  I will read you some of it, but not all, until I have thought my suspicions over.  She writes: 

“...  A collision with the Law to-night, under a great sunset.  It would have been rather silly by common daylight, but under a yellow sky with stars in it, I think nothing can live but romance.  The tide was coming up, and the Law—­a man with a tall and dewy brow—­rowed up to the foot of our little ladder that leads to the sea....  You know those round stone balls that sit on the balustrades of formal gardens such as this ... we only meant to frighten the Law, a splash was all that we intended, but the sun was in my Friend’s eyes as he dropped the ball.  It struck the bow of the boat, which went under like a frightened porpoise.  There were two men in it, besides the Law itself, and they all came up spitting and spouting, and stood up to their necks in water.  Oaths bubbled up to us.  The boat came up badly perforated, and I expect we shall get into trouble.  It was funny, but the War has rather pacified us peace-time belligerents, and made people like me unused to collisions with authority.  I felt very nervous, but it was all right because ...”

“I will read you no more, but in that much there should be several clues.  We must keep the western sun in our eyes to begin with.”

“We must look out for a householder of irregular—­not to say murderous—­habits,” said Cousin Gustus.  “Juggling with stone balls is a trick that is frequently fatal.  Nobody but Jay would encourage it.”

“We must comb out all western seaside resorts for local police with tall and dewy brows,” said Kew.

But Mr. Russell, who preferred not to speak and drive Christina at the same time, drew up to the kerb, and removed his gloves, preparatory to saying something of importance.

Mr. Russell was at his best in a car, or, to put it another way, he was at his worst everywhere else.  When he and Christina went out together they were only one entity.  They were a centaur on wheels; Mr. Russell could feel the rushing of the road beneath his tyres, and I think if you had stuck a pin into the back seat, Mr. Russell would have known it.  You could feel now the puzzled growl of Christina’s engines as Mr. Russell pondered.