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The latter caught sight of me as she flashed past. Our eyes met for an instant, and then she was lost to me in a cloud of dust--lost for ever.

"They're going back again, it seems," I remarked to Gibbs.

"No, sir. I saw their man this morning. They're going to Bristol.

He's heard from 'is master that it's all right. The young gentleman and the lady are his master's friends, after all--even though they're such a queer pair," and then he added: "Did you think of startin' this morning, sir?"

"Yes. As soon as you are ready."

"Where to, sir?"

"Back to Swanage."

We ran across Devon and Dorset at a somewhat lower speed to what we had travelled when overtaking the 40 "Mercedes." Gibbs had no desire to put in an appearance before any local bench. Indeed nowadays lit is useless to make an appearance. So prejudiced are magistrates, and such hard swearing is there on the part of the police, that motorists must pay up cheerfully. There is no justice for the pioneers of locomotion.

We returned by another road, which proved better than that by which we had come, and just before eleven at night I descended from the car at the "Lion," and after some supper with the fat genial landlord, who took a deep interest in my journey and hardly credited that I had been into Cornwall and back, I went up to the room I had previously occupied.

Tired after the heat and dust of the road I slept well, but was up betimes, and at half-past nine walked out to the Manor House.

A maid-servant came to the door in response to my ring. "Mr Miller and the young lady have gone away, sir," the girl replied to my inquiry.

"They went up to London yesterday."

"Are they staying in London?" I asked eagerly. "I'm sure I don't know, sir."

"Is Miss Miller at home? If so, I'd like to see her." And I handed her my card.

I was shown into the morning-room, and in a few minutes Miller's sister appeared.

"I'm so sorry, Mr Leaf," she said, in her thin, weak voice, "but my brother and his daughter left quite suddenly yesterday. He received a telegram recalling him."

"Where?"

"To Italy. He left by the mail from Charing Cross last night--direct for Leghorn, I believe."

"Is he likely to be away long?"

"He won't be back, I suppose, before the spring."

"And Miss Lucie has gone with him?"

"Of course. She is always with him."

It was upon my tongue to ask her brother's address in Leghorn, but I hesitated, for I recollected that, being an Englishman, he could be easily found.

The receipt of that telegram was suspicious. What new conspiracy was in progress, I wondered? Evidently something had occurred. Either he had been warned that the police were in search of him, and had escaped back to the Continent, or else certain of his plans had been matured earlier than he antic.i.p.ated.

As I sat there in the old-fashioned room, with its punch-bowls full of sweet-smelling roses, I resolved to travel south to the Mediterranean, see Lucie, and endeavour to find some way in which to rescue my love from her father's accomplice.

From that Dorsetshire village to the old sun-blanched port of Leghorn is a far cry--thirty-six hours in the express from Calais on the road to Rome--yet that night I was back in Granville Gardens; and hastily packing up my traps, chatting with Sammy the while, I next morning left London for Italy.

I told my friend but little. The circ.u.mstances were too complicated and puzzling, and the tragedy of it all was so complete that I preferred to remain silent.

I was going south, upon one of those erratic journeys I so very often took. I might return in a fortnight, or in six months. All depended upon the mood in which I found myself.

Therefore he accepted my explanation, knowing well as a constant traveller and thoroughgoing cosmopolitan himself, and he saw me off from Charing Cross, wishing me _bon voyage_.

The journey by way of Calais, Paris, Modane and Turin you yourself have done often, so why need I describe it? You have lunched between Calais and Paris, dined at the Gare de Lyon, turned into your narrow sleeping berth between Paris and the frontier, lunched in the _wagon-restaurant_ between Modane and Busseleno, scrambled through your dinner in the big buffet at Genoa, and cursed those stifling tunnels between Genoa and Spezia, where between them you get your first glimpses of the moonlit Mediterranean, and you have alighted at old marble-built Pisa, the quaint dead city that contains one of the wonders of the world--the Leaning Tower.

From Pisa you have gone on to Rome, or to Florence, but I question if you have ever travelled over that ten-mile branch line down to the ancient seaport of the Medici, Leghorn. The English, save the mercantile marine and a stray traveller or two, never go to Livorno, as it is called in Italian, and yet it is in summer the Brighton of Italy, and one of the gayest places in Europe during the bathing season.

It was nearly two o'clock in the morning when I alighted at the "Palace," that great white hotel on the sea-front, and went to the room allotted to me--one with an inviting balcony overlooking the promenade and the fashionable bathing establishment of Pancaldi.

Livorno was full, the night-porter informed me. It was the height of the season, and there was not another vacant bed in any hotel in the town that night.

I knew the place well, therefore early next morning I went forth, and took a turn across at Pancaldi's, which is a kind of stone pier built out upon the rocks into the clear sunlit waters. Though so early there were already quite a number of smartly dressed people; the men in clean white linen suits and the women in white muslins, mostly of the Italian aristocracy from Florence, Bologna, Milan and Rome.

It was delightful there, seated in a chair with the waves lapping lazily at one's feet, and the brown sails of the anchovy and sardine boats showing afar against the dark purple island of Gorgona in the distance.

On every hand was the gay chatter of men--for Italians are dreadful chatterboxes--the light laughter of pretty dark-eyed women, or the romping of a few children in the care of their nurses.

I was fatigued after my journey, and as I idled there my eyes were open about me to recognise any friends.

Suddenly, approaching me, I saw a stout elderly lady in white, accompanied by a slim young girl of seventeen, whom I recognised as the Countess Moltedo and her daughter Gemma. I rose instantly, removed my hat, and drawing my heels together in Italian fashion, bowed.

"Ah! my dear Signor Leaf!" cried the Countess in English merrily, for she was American born, and like so many other countesses in Italy had been attracted by a t.i.tle, and had long ago found her husband to be a worthless fellow who had married her merely in order to replenish his impoverished purse. "Why, this is a surprise! Gemma was speaking of you only the other day, and wondered if you had deserted Italy entirely."

"No, Countess," I replied. "Once one really knows Italy, she is one's mistress--and you can never desert her."

And I took the young girl's hand she offered, and bowed over it.

"You are here at your villa at Antigniano, I suppose?" I went on.

"Yes. We've been here already two months. It is too hot still to return to Rome. The season has been a most gay one, for the new spa, the Acque della Salute, has, they say, attracted nearly twenty thousand persons more than last year."

"Leghorn in summer is always charming," I said, as I drew chairs for them at the edge of the water, and they seated themselves. "And your villa is so very delightful, out there, beyond the noise and turmoil."

"Yes, we find it very nice. Myself, I prefer the quiet village life of Antigniano to this place. We only come up here at rare intervals, when Gemma gets dull."

The pretty dark-eyed young girl laughing at me said:--

"Mother likes all the old fogies, Mr Leaf, while I like to see life.

Out yonder at Antigniano they are all old frumps, and the men never remain there. They always take the tram and come into Leghorn."

Like a flash it occurred to me to make an inquiry of them.

"By the way," I said, "you know all the Americans and English here. Do you happen to know a man named Miller?"

"Miller? No," was the American woman's reply.

"Haven't you mistaken the name? There's a man named Milner, who has a daughter, a tall, rather smart dark-haired girl."

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