"Take me to her! Take me to her at once, will you? She's not safe!"
said Rainer quickly.
"Not safe! Come along!" said Sir Tancred; and his languor fell from
him like a mask, leaving him active and alert indeed.
"It's like this," said Rainer as they hurried through the gardens. "A
week ago I got a cable from Paris saying that a kidnapping gang were
after Dorothy. I'm a millionaire, and the scum are after ransom. I
cabled to McNeill, my Paris agent, to come right here with half a dozen
of the best detectives in France, scooped up Mr. Buist of the New York
police,"--he nodded towards the short, clean-shaven, grimy
man--"borrowed a yacht, and came along myself. Being in a hurry, we
had trouble with the Atlantic of course; but I've done it seven hours
quicker than steamer and train. Have McNeill and the detectives come?"
"No, they haven't," said Tinker.
"Sure?" said Rainer.
"Quite," said Tinker. "I've seen no one watching over Dorothy; and she
has gone about outside the town, in the woods, and down by the sea,
just as usual. She knew of no danger, I'm sure."
"Perhaps McNeill didn't want to frighten her, and just set his men to
watch over her from a distance," said Rainer.
"Perhaps McNeill is in it," said Sir Tancred drily.
Pages:
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
190
191
192
193