the noon sun
Our passenger swore something and then groaned . `` Hush , darling ! '' said Pyecroft , `` or I 'll have to hug you . '' The main road , white under the noon sun , lay broad before us , running north to Linghurst . We slowed and looked anxiously for a side track . `` And now , '' said I , `` I want to see your authority . '' `` The badge of your ratin ' ? ''