ying the important newspaper correspondent in
his travels."

"That's all right. But the Trevenna business is played out."

"A new travelling name's as easy to fit as a travelling-coat."

"Not quite, unless you can match it with a new travelling face."

"Luckily Carmona knows Romeo's face better than mine. And, anyhow, a
motoring get-up can be next door to a disguise."

"That's true. Behind goggles Apollo hasn't much advantage over Apollyon,
and you can develop a moustache. Yes. I think we can work it as far as
that goes. But one's always heard that Spanish roads are impossible."

"They'll be no worse for us than for Carmona," I argued. "Besides, most of
the best known books about Spain are out of date. The King has made
motoring fashionable lately, and there must have been some attempts to get
the roads into passable condition."

"I happened to hear an American who's here with a sixty horse-power
Panhard, wanting to go to Seville, say to another fellow that he'd been
warned he couldn't get beyond Madrid."

"I've never bothered much about warnings in my life. I've generally gone
ahead, and found out things for myself."

"We'll continue on the same lines. And, anyhow, wherever we go, we're sure
of a leader; our friend the enemy."

It was next in order to find out whether the Duke really had brought an
automobile to Biarritz; but try as we might, we could learn nothing.
Inquiries were made at the railway stations, both at Bayonne and Biarritz,
as to whether an automobile had lately been shipped through; but as it
happened, no car of any description had arrived by rail in either
direction during the last fortnight.

All the principal garages of Bayonne and Biarritz were visited also, in
the hope of finding a mysterious car which might be the Duke of Carmona's;
but there was not one of which we could not trace the ownership. We then
sent to Bordeaux, and even to St. Jean de Luz; but in both cases our
errand was vain. If Carmona had an automobile in the South of France, it
was well hidden.

As for the chauffeur who had inspected my car, and afterwards met Carmona
at another garage, he had disappeared, apparently, into thin air.

Nevertheless, Dick and I formed a theory that the new automobile, of which
we had heard so many rumours, was actually in Biarritz; that it had been
driven into the town after dark, and was now being kept by some friend of
Carmona's in a private garage. And if we were right in our conject