Then he bought a packet of black cigarettes and continued his journey.

He was within sight of Monte Carlo when for the twentieth time he had to step to the far side of the pathway to avoid being smothered in dust by an advancing automobile.

This time, by some chance, he glanced around, attracted by the piercing character of its long-distance whistle.

A high-powered grey touring car came by, travelling at a great pace.

Hunterleys stood perfectly rigid, one hand grasping the wall by the side of which he stood.