the midday sun
Then come along , Mr. Trent , and help me get out the car . The chauffeur is out of action , and we have to do ` most everything ourselves except clean the dirt off her . ' Still tirelessly talking in his measured drawl , Mr. Bunner led Trent downstairs and through the house to the garage at the back . It stood at a little distance from the house , and made a cool retreat from the blaze of the midday sun . Mr. Bunner seemed to be in no hurry to get out the car . He offered Trent a cigar , which was accepted , and for the first time lit his own . Then he seated himself on the footboard of the car , his thin hands clasped between his knees , and looked keenly at the other .