I shouldn't give way to it, if I were you." Tinker wriggled.
A hundred yards from the jetty the yacht's engines were reversed; and the way was scarcely off her, when her only remaining boat fell smartly on the water, and was rowed quickly to the steps.
"They seem in a hurry," said Sir Tancred.
For a while they busied themselves in conjectures as to what errand had brought the yacht to Monaco; Sir Tancred lighted another cigarette, and they watched the crew of the yacht set to work at once to wash the decks.
Some twenty minutes later a little group hurried into the gardens, the manager of the Hotel des Princes, a tall, bearded, grimy man, and a stout, clean-shaven, grimy man.

They came straight to Sir Tancred and Tinker, and the bearded man said quickly, "My name is Rainer, Septimus Rainer.

I've just learnt that my daughter Dorothy is governessing your little girl.

Where is she ?" Sir Tancred bowed, and said languidly, "Miss Rainer is the governess of my son's adopted sister.

He is her employer, not I.