Have McNeill and the detectives come ?" "No, they haven't," said Tinker.
"Sure ?" said Rainer.
"Quite," said Tinker.

"I've seen no one watching over Dorothy; and she has gone about outside the town, in the woods, and down by the sea, just as usual.

She knew of no danger, I'm sure." "Perhaps McNeill didn't want to frighten her, and just set his men to watch over her from a distance," said Rainer.
"Perhaps McNeill is in it," said Sir Tancred drily.
"I'm glad I came right here," said Rainer.
They came out of the gardens, and as they passed the Hotel des Princes, Tinker said, "Go on down the Corniche! I'll catch you up!" and bolted into it.
He ran upstairs into his father's room, and took from a drawer the pocketbook which held their passports; ran into his own room, and thrust into his hip-pocket the revolver he could use so well, into other pockets five hundred francs in notes and gold.

Then, sure that he had provided against all possible emergencies, he ran smiling down the stairs.
As he came out of the front-door, his eyes fell on a lonely, deserted motor-car.

In a breath he had pitied its loneliness, seen its use, and jumped into it.