I'll take it back, and explain things."
For a mile Tinker sent the car along at full speed. Then he slowed
down, and pulling up at every opening into the hills or down to the
shore, sent a long coo-ee ringing down it. No answer came back. At
the end of two miles his face was growing graver and graver, and its
gravity was reflected in the faces of the three men. At the end of two
miles and a half he stopped the car, and said, "They can't have gone
further than this."
"Just too late," muttered Septimus Rainer; and they looked at one
another with questioning eyes.
"Well, there's no time to be lost," said Sir Tancred. "Mr. Buist had
better hurry back to Monte Carlo, to the Hotel des Princes, in case
we've missed them. We will go on hard, and he can wire to us, if they
come back to the hotel, at Ventimiglia."
"That's all very well," said the detective with a sudden air of
stubbornness. "But I don't like the look of the business. It's a
curious thing that Miss Rainer, the daughter of a millionaire, should
be a governess in your family. I don't understand it. There is a
chance, and I'm bound to consider it, of your being mixed up with this
kidnapping gang. What's to prevent you kidnapping Mr.
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