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"We want none of your truck, my boy," she said. "I have my own garden. You are not a Monogasque." "No, signora," replied the boy, flashing his teeth with a smile. "I am from San Remo, but I have come to live in Monte Carlo to sell vegetables for my uncle, and he told me I should find a lodging here." She looked at him dubiously.

I have a permis for the car to pass the frontier; you will probably meet father in San Remo he is taking a motor-cycle trip, aren't you, daddy?" Mr. Briggerland drew a long breath and nodded. He was beginning to understand. There was lying in Monaco harbour a long white boat with a stumpy mast, which delighted in the name of Jungle Queen.

"You left London," he remarked tersely, "on December first. It is to-day February twentieth. Do you wish me to understand that you have been at Bordighera and San Remo all that time?" "How did you know when I left London?" Hunterleys demanded. Mr. Draconmeyer pursed his lips. "I heard of your departure from London entirely by accident," he said.

An isolated spur juts out from the centre of the semicircle, and from summit to base of it tumbles the oddest of Italian towns, a strange mass of arches and churches and steep lanes, rushing down like a stone cataract to the sea. On either side of the town lie deep ravines, with lemon gardens along their bottoms, and olives thick along their sides. The olive is the characteristic tree of San Remo.

Some time ago the ex-President of the French Republic, R. Poincaré, after the San Remo Conference,

By that I knew we were bound east, for Italy. He spoke but little. Upon his face was a business-like look of settled determination. At the little douane post near Ventimiglia, the Italian frontier, we paid the necessary deposit for the car, got the leaden seal attached, and then drew out upon the winding sea-road which leads right along the coast by San Remo, Alassio, and Savona to Genoa.

When the organization threatened him, he advised it not to resort to threats because he knew a little too much. On February 8, 1937, his bullet-riddled body was found in San Remo, Italy. When Juif's wife, not hearing from him, sought information about his whereabouts, she wrote to Boccalaro, since she knew he was working with the Genoa director.

Rainham, you must not be shocked, but I wanted a fortnight at Monte Carlo; and so I may as well tell you that our destination is there. We came from San Remo this morning, meaning to drive over right away; but this place was so pretty that Hugh insisted on staying." Rainham helped her up a difficult terrace, and remarked urbanely that he was in fortune's way. She threw him a brilliant smile.

"The signore had better wait until we arrive there," was the driver's enigmatical reply. Then the supposed invalid re-entered the car and they continued on their way along the bleak, storm-swept road beside the sea towards that favourite resort of the English, San Remo. The night had grown pitch dark, and rain had commenced to fall.

This time, at last, chance favoured me. We had hardly alighted at the first station when a train passed, for France. When we arrived at San Remo, the man was there. I had guessed right. He no longer wore his hotel-porter's cap and frock-coat, but a jacket and bowler. He stepped into a second-class compartment. From that moment, victory was assured."