wall art painting

The roar died away….
　　On the Bedhampton Motorway, nine miles away, asteady stream of night lorries was grinding its way north. A big white racing car flashedpast them.
　　Ten minutes later, it turned off the motorway.
　　The garage on the corner of the B road bore the singCLOSED. But the big doors swung open and the white car was driven straight in, the doorsclosing again behind it. Three men worked at lightning speed. A fresh set of numberplateswere attached. The driver changed his coat and cap. He had worn white sheepskin before.Now he wore black leather. He drove out again. Three minutes after his departure, an oldMorris Oxford, driven by a clergyman chugged out on to the road and proceeded to take aroute through various turning and twisting country lanes.