But his temper was none the better for the constraint.
After his late hours the night before, Tinker did not get up as early as usual, and he and Elsie decided to forego their bathe in the sea, but went straight to breakfast in the kitchen of the hotel.

He found the staff greatly concerned about the trouble which was likely to befall him for borrowing the motor-car.

It seemed that on finding it gone, its owner, a M.Cognier, had displayed a wrath of the most terrible.

Of course an Argus-eyed busy-body had seen Tinker depart in it; and M.
Cognier, an Anglophobe, had declared his intention of punishing this insolence of Perfidious Albion by handing him over to the police.

Tinker heard all their prophecies of evil with his wonted tranquillity; but he had no little difficulty in setting their minds at rest.
M.Cognier had been impressive.
The two children had finished their breakfast, and were about to set out in search of adventure, when Selina found them and began to set forth a petition.