martin watched as the big man , his white robes reflecting the lanterns rays like a photographers screen , advanced purposefully towards the solitary vehicle in sight - a white , mud bespattered mercedes benz convertible - saw him smash the front offside window with the wooden dominoes box which he had retrieved from the tabletop , reach inside the broken pane in order to open the door , and then having clambered inside , manage to start the engine and drive the big car away within a matter of seconds , not bothering to turn on the headlights , supremely confident in the direction of his path ahead .