ntered Regnier. He was on his way
out, and I followed him.

In the shadow of the trees in the Place I overtook him and spoke.

"Hulloa, Ewart!" he exclaimed, "I saw you this afternoon. Is Bindo
here?"

"He's been, but has returned to London on business."

"Coming back, I suppose?" he asked. "I haven't seen anything of any of
you of late. All safe, I hope?"

"Up to now, yes," I laughed. "We've been in England a good deal
recently. But what I wanted to know was this: You saw me with a little
French girl this afternoon. Who is she?"

"Pierrette."

"Yes, I know her name, but who is she?"

"Oh, a little friend of mine--a very charming little friend."

And that was all he would tell me, even though I pressed him to let me
into the secret.

V

WHAT THE REVELLERS REVEALED

After luncheon on the following day I called at Beaulieu and picked up
both ladies, who expressed a wish for a run along the coast as far as
San Remo.

Therefore I took them across the frontier at Ventimiglia into Italy. We
had tea at the Savoy at San Remo, and ran home in the glorious sundown.

Like all other old ladies who have never ridden in a car, she was
fidgety about her bonnet, and clung on to it, much to Pierrette's
amusement. Nevertheless, Madame seemed to enjoy her ride, for just as we
slipped down the hill into Beaulieu she suggested that we should go on
to Nice and there dine.

"Oh yes!" cried Pierrette, with delight. "That will be lovely. I'll pay
for a nice dinner out of my winnings of yesterday. I've heard that the
London House is the place to dine."

"You could not do better, mademoiselle," I said, turning back to her, my
eyes still on the road, rendered dangerous by the electric trams and
great traffic of cars in both directions. It struck me as curious that
I, the Count's chauffeur, should be treated as one of themselves. I
wondered, indeed, if they really intended to invite me to dinner.

But I was not disappointed, for having put the car into that garage
opposite the well-known restaurant, Pierrette insisted that I should
wash my hands and accompany them.

The ordering of the dinner she left in my hands, and we spent a very
merry hour at table, even Madame of the yellow teeth brightening up
under the influence of a glass of champagne, though Pierrette only
drank Evian.

The Riviera was in Carnival. You who know Nice, know what that
means--plenty of fun and frolic in the streets, on the Jetee Promenade,
and in