The young lady had cried out to her as they
passed. She had not caught what she said; she had thought it a joke.
"It looks very like them: we had better follow this carriage. What do
you think, Mr. Rainer?" said Sir Tancred. "Of course they may be back
at the hotel by now, and we may be on a wild-goose chase."
"I guess we can afford to be laughed at; but we can't afford to lose a
chance," said the millionaire.
"They passed this woman a mile out of Monte Carlo, and we're four miles
and a half out," said Tinker. "She doesn't walk above three miles an
hour with that basket: they're an hour and twenty minutes ahead."
"You're smart, sonny," said the millionaire.
"Right away!" said Sir Tancred: and he tossed a five-franc piece to the
woman.
Tinker set the car going, and began to try his hardest to get her best
speed out of her.
The millionaire leaned forward, and said to Sir Tancred, "The scum are
hardly up-to-date to use a carriage instead of a motor-car."
"What I don't see is how they are going to get them across the
frontier. It looks--it looks as if the Italian police were in it,"
said Sir Tancred, frowning.
"Do you mean to tell me that the Italian police would connive at
kidnapping?" said the millionaire.
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