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"I trust," Hunterleys enquired politely, "that you were not detained upon the yacht for very long?" "We landed at the Villa at twelve o'clock this morning," Draconmeyer replied. "You know, of course, of the little surprise our young American friend had prepared for Mr. Grex?" Hunterleys shook his head. "I have heard nothing definite."
Hunterleys, standing easily with his hands behind his back, raised his eyebrows. The two men were of curiously contrasting types. Hunterleys, slim and distinguished, had still the frame of an athlete, notwithstanding his colourless cheeks and the worn lines about his eyes. He was dressed with extreme simplicity.
Perhaps we may even ask him to join us this evening." "I fancy," Hunterleys remarked grimly, "that the Englishman who joins you this evening will find a home up on the hill here." "Or down in the morgue there," Selingman grunted, pointing down to Monaco. "Take care, Hunterleys take care, man. One of us hates you.
The man whom Hunterleys had captured was shrieking and cursing. From beyond came the tooting of motor-horns as the cars returned. Lane heard nothing. He saw nothing but the white face of the girl as she stood in the shadows of the barn, with its walls of roughly threaded pine trunks. "But I have scarcely ever spoken to you in my life!" she protested, looking at him in astonishment.
Below them, barely a quarter of a mile away, they could see the flare of lights from the Casino. A woman was laughing hysterically through the open windows of a house on the other side of the way. Some one was playing a violin in a café at the corner of the street. "Richard," Hunterleys said, "will you see me through? I have to get to Cannes as fast as I can to send a cable.
They traversed the corridor, knocked at the door of Lady Hunterleys' apartment, and in response to a somewhat hesitating invitation, entered. Violet was lying upon the sofa. She looked up eagerly at their coming. "Linda!" she exclaimed. "How dear of you! I thought that it might have been Henry," she added, as though to explain the disappointment in her tone.
Why should you suppose that you can come along and cut them all out?" "Because I love her," the young man answered simply. "They don't." "You must remember," Hunterleys resumed, "that all foreign noblemen are not what they are represented to be in your comic papers. Austrian and Russian men of high rank are most of them very highly cultivated, very accomplished, and very good-looking.
"Afterwards, we can spend the afternoon as you choose." The two men strolled out of the place. It was not until after they had left the arcade and were actually in the street, that Hunterleys gripped his companion's arm. "Simpson," he declared, "the fates have been kind to us. Douaille has a fit of the nerves. He will go no more to the Villa Mimosa.
She breathed a little sigh of relief. They had reached the gate. She still had something to say. Below them flared the lights of Monte Carlo. She looked down at them almost wistfully. "Very soon," she murmured, "I shall know my fate. Sir Henry," she added suddenly, "did I see Lady Hunterleys to-day on the Terrace?" "Lady Hunterleys is here," he replied.
A man who had announced himself a doctor, bent over her pulse and turned away. "The lady will be quite all right now," he said. "You can give her brandy and soda if she feels like it. Pardon!" He hastened back to his place at the baccarat table. Lady Hunterleys sat up. "It was quite absurd of me," she declared. "I don't know what " She stopped suddenly.
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