Meanwhile, Kay Matheson struggled to negotiate the unfamiliar route to Oxford, being forced to stop for directions several times. Eventually she realised that her repeated inquiries would leave a trail for the authorities to follow, and struck out instead for the house of an English friend in Birmingham. The journey was long, at one point stalling altogether when the car boot swung open and her piece of the Stone fell out. On arrival she left the car and its contents at the friend’s house and made her way to Scotland by train.