rd declared, "is that your magistrate or
judge, or whatever he calls himself, is a rotter, and your laws absurd.
I sha'n't budge."
"It is in your own interests, monsieur, this warning," the other
persisted. "Even if you escape these desperadoes, you still run some
risk of discovering what the inside of a prison in Monaco is like."
"I think not," Lane answered grimly. "If there's anything of that sort
going about, I shall board my yacht yonder and hoist the Stars and
Stripes. I shall take some getting into prison, I can tell you, and if I
once get there, you'll hear about it."
"Monsieur will be much wiser to avoid trouble," the official advised.
Lane placed his hand upon the other's shoulder.
"My friend," he said, "not you or a dozen like you could make me stir
from this place until I am ready, and just now I am very far from ready.
See? You can go and tell those who sent you, what I say."
The emissary of the law shrugged his shoulders. His manner was stiff but
resigned.
"I have delivered my message, monsieur," he announced. "Monsieur
naturally must decide for himself."
He disappeared with a bow. Richard continued on his way and a few
minutes later ran into Hunterleys.
"Say, did you ever hear such cheek!" he exclaimed, passing his arm
through the latter's. "A little bounder stopped me in the street and has
been trying to frighten me into leaving Monte Carlo, just because I
broke that robber's wrist. Same Johnny that came to you, I expect. What
are they up to, anyway? What do they want to get rid of us for? They
ought to be jolly grateful."
Hunterleys shook his head.
"So far as I am concerned," he said, "their reasons for wanting to get
rid of me are fairly obvious, I am afraid, but I must say I don't know
where you come in, unless--"
He stopped short.
"Well, unless what?" Richard interposed. "I should just like to know who
it is trying to get me kicked out."
"Can't you guess?" Hunterleys asked. "There is one person who I think
would be quite as well pleased to see the back of you."
"Here in Monte Carlo?"
"Absolutely!"
Richard was mystified.
"You are not very bright, I am afraid," Hunterleys observed. "What about
your friend Mr. Grex?"
Richard whistled softly.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course I am," Hunterleys assured him.
"But has he any pull here, this Mr. Grex?"
Hunterleys' eyes twinkled for a moment.
"Yes," he replied, "I think that Mr. Grex has very considerable
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