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Here we swallowed a hasty meal, and at Bindo's directions we turned north up the Ronco valley for Alessandria and Turin, my companion explaining that it was his intention to re-enter France again by crossing the Mont Cenis. Then I saw that our journey into Italy was in order to throw the French police off the scent. But even then I could not gather what had actually happened.
When, a fortnight later, it came out of the Nenci works, I hardly recognised it. At Bindo's orders I had had a second body built, one made of wicker, and lined inside with glazed white leather, which, when fixed upon the chassis, completely transformed it. This second body I sent by rail down to Leghorn, and then drove the car along the Arno valley, down to the sea-shore.
"No more than you are, Ewart," was his reply. "But don't bother your head about them now. All you've got to look after is your driving. Let's get across to Winchester as quickly as possible. Just here! sharp to the right and the first to the left takes us into the Guildford road. Then we can move." Count Bindo's retreat near Winchester proved to be a small, rather isolated house near Kingsworthy.
In fact, though I had not spoken to her, she had won my admiration. She was very beautiful, and I well, I was only a man, and human. One bright morning, when the car came to Paris, I called for her, at Bindo's orders, at her flat in the Avenue Kléber, where she lived, it appeared, with a prim, sharp-nosed old aunt, of angular appearance, peculiarly French.
But, after all, Mademoiselle whose plan to go to London in search of her father was a rather ingenious one certainly has me to thank that she is not under arrest for criminal conspiracy with her long-nosed lover!" I laughed at Bindo's final remark, and put another "move" on the car.
Contrary to Bindo's declaration, he proved to be a very good shot, while Sir Charles provoked the admiration of all the men when, next morning, they went forth in search of birds. That same afternoon Bindo drove the Mercedes containing Mrs. Clayton and three ladies of the party, while I drove one of the men a Captain Halliday in our own car, and we all went over to the ruins of Crowland Abbey.
So next instant we glided away into the traffic, and I turned up Bond Street until I reached his chambers, where, when Simmons the valet came out to mind the car, I ascended to Count Bindo's pretty sitting-room. "Sit down, Ewart," exclaimed the debonnair young man, who was so thoroughly a cosmopolitan, and who in his own chambers was known as Mr.
That same evening, after dinner, I saw Bindo's new friend walking on the Esplanade with a fair-haired, well-dressed young girl. They were deep in conversation, and it struck me that she was warning him regarding something. Days passed warm, idle August days. Scarborough was full of visitors.
After an hour I re-entered the hotel to look for the Count and receive orders, when I saw, in the great red-carpeted lounge, my employer and the little Parisienne seated with the man whom I knew as Sir Charles Blythe, but who really was one of Count Bindo's confederates. We exchanged glances, and his was a meaning one.
The life I led was one of idleness, punctuated by little flirtations, for by Bindo's order I was staying at the Palace as owner of the car, and not as a mere chauffeur. The daughters of Italian countesses and marchionesses, though brought up so strictly, are always eager for flirtation, and therefore as I sat alone at my table in the big salle-
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