n! Go!"

The detective jumped out of the car, and Sir Tancred said, "Go to M.
Lautrec at the Police Bureau at Monte Carlo. He's the best man to set
things moving. Tell him to wire as far as Genoa: there's nothing like
being on the safe side." And Tinker started the car.

Two miles further on they came upon a peasant woman tramping slowly
along, with a heavy basket on her head. Tinker stopped the car, and
Sir Tancred asked her if she had seen a lady and a little girl walking
on the Corniche between that spot and Monte Carlo. She said she had
not seen a lady and a little girl walking, but a mile out of Monte
Carlo she had seen a lady and a little girl in a carriage with two
gentlemen; and the horses were galloping: oh, but they did gallop; they
had nearly run over her. 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.

"No: but some rascal of a detective, who could pull a good many
strings, might be in it. At any rate if they get them across the
frontier undrugged, the authorities are squared or humbugged. What I'm
afraid of is that they're making for that rabbit-warren, Genoa. If
they get them there, we may be a fortnight finding them."

"I guess I'll squeal before that," said the millionaire; "yes, if I
have to put up a million d