“The drone of the engine went on as a back­ground of gigan­tic sound….The song of the car bayed over wide spaces of coun­try, was bruised and bat­tered between the walls of star­tled vil­lage streets, was flung back in echoes from the walls of hills.” —Leslie Char­teris, from an AQ trib­ute to “The Saint’s” fab­u­lous, fic­tion­al Hiron­del. (Paint­ing by Ted Lodi­gen­sky, author’s collection)