"I'm glad I came right here," said Rainer.
They came out of the gardens, and as they passed the Hotel des Princes,
Tinker said, "Go on down the Corniche! I'll catch you up!" and bolted
into it.
He ran upstairs into his father's room, and took from a drawer the
pocketbook which held their passports; ran into his own room, and
thrust into his hip-pocket the revolver he could use so well, into
other pockets five hundred francs in notes and gold. Then, sure that
he had provided against all possible emergencies, he ran smiling down
the stairs.
As he came out of the front-door, his eyes fell on a lonely, deserted
motor-car. In a breath he had pitied its loneliness, seen its use, and
jumped into it. He set it going, and in three minutes caught up his
father, Rainer, and the detective. Sir Tancred jumped into the seat
beside him, Rainer and the detective into the back seat.
"Whose car is this? How did you get it?" said Sir Tancred.
"I commandeered it," said Tinker firmly. "And I was lucky too; it's a
good car."
"I suppose there'll be a row about it. But we've got to use it," said
Sir Tancred.
"Oh, no! there won't," said Tinker cheerfully. "When we come back,
everyone but me can get out.
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