Here he is." Tinker stepped forward, and bowed.
Septimus Rainer stared at him with a bewildered air, and said, "Well, if this don't beat the Dutch!" Then he added feverishly, "Where is she?
Where's my little girl?
Where's Dorothy ?" "She went with Elsie--that's her pupil--down the Corniche towards Mentone after dejeuner," said Tinker.
"Take me to her! Take me to her at once, will you?
She's not safe!" said Rainer quickly.
"Not safe! Come along!" said Sir Tancred; and his languor fell from him like a mask, leaving him active and alert indeed.
"It's like this," said Rainer as they hurried through the gardens.

"A week ago I got a cable from Paris saying that a kidnapping gang were after Dorothy.

I'm a millionaire, and the scum are after ransom.

I cabled to McNeill, my Paris agent, to come right here with half a dozen of the best detectives in France, scooped up Mr.Buist of the New York police,"-- he nodded towards the short, clean-shaven, grimy man--"borrowed a yacht, and came along myself.

Being in a hurry, we had trouble with the Atlantic of course; but I've done it seven hours quicker than steamer and train.