"Look here," he said, "the girl isn"t married, to start with?"
"Not that I know of," Hunterleys confessed.
"And she"s not engaged because I"ve seen her left hand," Richard proceeded. "I"m not one of those Americans who go shouting all over the world that because I"ve got a few million dollars I am the equal of anybody, but honestly, Sir Henry, there are a good many prejudices over this side that you fellows lay too much store by. Grex may be a n.o.bleman in disguise. I don"t care. I am a man. I can give her everything she needs in life and I am not going to admit, even if she is an aristocrat, that you croakers are right when you shake your heads and advise me to give her up. I don"t care who she is, Hunterleys. I am going to marry her."
Hunterleys helped himself to a liqueur.
"Young man," he said, "in a sense I admire your independence. In another, I think you"ve got all the conceit a man needs for this world.
Let us presume, for a moment, that she is, as you surmise, the daughter of a n.o.bleman. When it suits her father to throw off his incognito, she is probably in touch with young men in the highest circles of many countries. Why should you suppose that you can come along and cut them all out?"
"Because I love her," the young man answered simply. "They don"t."
"You must remember," Hunterleys resumed, "that all foreign n.o.blemen are not what they are represented to be in your comic papers. Austrian and Russian men of high rank are most of them very highly cultivated, very accomplished, and very good-looking. You don"t know much of the world, do you? It"s a pretty formidable enterprise to come from a New York office, with only Harvard behind you, and a year or so"s travel as a tourist, and enter the list against men who have had twice your opportunities. I am talking to you like this, young fellow, for your good. I hope you realise that. You"re used to getting what you want.
That"s because you"ve been brought up in a country where money can do almost anything. I am behind the scenes here and I can a.s.sure you that your money won"t count for much with Mr. Grex."
"I never thought it would," Richard admitted. "I think when I talk to her she"ll understand that I care more than any of the others. If you want to know the reason, that"s why I"m so hopeful."
Monsieur le Directeur had risen to his feet. Some one had proposed his health and he made a graceful little speech of acknowledgment. He remained standing for a few minutes after the cheers which had greeted his neat oratorical display had died away. The conclusion of his remarks came as rather a surprise to his guests.
"I have to ask you, ladies and gentlemen," he announced, "with many, many regrets, and begging you to forgive my apparent inhospitality, to make your arrangements for leaving us as speedily as may be possible.
Our magnificent situation, with which I believe that most of you are familiar, has but one drawback. We are subject to very dense mountain mists, and alas! I have to tell you that one of these has come on most unexpectedly and the descent must be made with the utmost care. Believe me, there is no risk or any danger," he went on earnestly, "so long as you instruct your chauffeurs to proceed with all possible caution. At the same time, as there is very little chance of the mist becoming absolutely dispelled before daylight, in your own interests I would suggest that a start be made as soon as possible."
Every one rose at once, Richard and Hunterleys amongst them.
"This will test your skill to-night, young man," Hunterleys remarked.
"How"s the nerve, eh?"
Richard smiled almost beatifically. For once he had allowed his eyes to wander and he was watching the girl with golden hair who was at that moment receiving the respectful homage of the director.
"Lunatics, and men who are head over heels in love," he declared, "never come to any harm. You"ll be perfectly safe with me."
CHAPTER IX
IN THE MISTS
Their first glimpse of the night, as Hunterleys and Lane pa.s.sed out through the grudgingly opened door, was sufficiently disconcerting. A little murmur of dismay broke from the a.s.sembled crowd. Nothing was to be seen but a dense bank of white mist, through which shone the brilliant lights of the automobiles waiting at the door. Monsieur le Directeur hastened about, doing his best to rea.s.sure everybody.
"If I thought it was of the slightest use," he declared, "I would ask you all to stay, but when the clouds once stoop like this, there is not likely to be any change for twenty-four hours, and we have not, alas!
sleeping accommodation. If the cars are slowly driven and kept to the inside, it is only a matter of a mile or two before you will drop below the level of the clouds."
Hunterleys and Lane made their way out to the front, and with their coat collars turned up, groped their way to the turf on the other side of the avenue. From where they stood, looking downwards, the whole world seemed wrapped in mysterious and somber silence. There was nothing to be seen but the grey, driving clouds. In less than a minute their hair and eyebrows were dripping. A slight breeze had sprung up, the cold was intense.
"Cheerful sort of place, this," Lane remarked gloomily. "Shall we make a start?"
Hunterleys hesitated.
"Not just yet. Look!"
He pointed downwards. For a moment the clouds had parted. Thousands of feet below, like little pinp.r.i.c.ks of red fire, they saw the lights of Monte Carlo. Almost as they looked, the clouds closed up again. It was as though they had peered into another world.
"Jove, that was queer!" Lane muttered. "Look! What"s that?"
A long ray of sickly yellow light shone for a moment and was then suddenly blotted out by a rolling ma.s.s of vapour. The clouds had closed in again once more. The obscurity was denser than ever.
"The lighthouse," Hunterleys replied. "Do you think it"s any use waiting?"
"We"ll go inside and put on our coats," Lane suggested. "My car is by the side of the avenue there. I covered it over and left it."
They found their coats in the hall, wrapped themselves up and lit cigarettes. Already many of the cars had started and vanished cautiously into obscurity. Every now and then one could hear the tooting of their horns from far away below. The chief steward was directing the departures and insisting upon an interval of three minutes between each.
The two men stood on one side and watched him. He was holding open the door of a large, exceptionally handsome car. On the other side was a servant in white livery. Lane gripped his companion"s arm.
"There she goes!" he exclaimed.
The girl, followed by Mr. Grex, stepped into the landaulette, which was brilliantly illuminated inside with electric light. Almost immediately the car glided noiselessly off. The two men watched it until it disappeared. Then they crossed the road.
"Now then, Sir Henry," Richard observed grimly, as he turned the handle of the car and they took their places in the little well-shaped s.p.a.ce, "better say your prayers. I"m going to drive slowly enough but it"s an awful job, this, crawling down the side of a mountain in the dark, with nothing between you and eternity but your brakes."
They crept off. As far as the first turn the lights from the club-house helped them. Immediately afterwards, however, the obscurity was enveloping. Their faces were wet and shiny with moisture. Even the fingers of Lane"s gloves which gripped the wheel were sodden. He proceeded at a snail"s pace, keeping always on the inside of the road and only a few inches from the wall or bank. Once he lost his way and his front wheel struck a small stump, but they were going too slowly for disaster. Another time he failed to follow the turn of the road and found himself in a rough cart track. They backed with difficulty and got right once more. At the fourth turn they came suddenly upon a huge car which had left the road as they had done and was standing amongst the pine trees, its lights flaring through the mist.
"Hullo!" Lane called out, coming to a standstill. "You"ve missed the turn."
"My master is going to stay here all night," the chauffeur shouted back.
A man put his head from the window and began to talk in rapid French.
"It is inconceivable," he exclaimed, "that any one should attempt the descent! We have rugs, my wife and I. We stay here till the clouds pa.s.s."
"Good night, then!" Lane cried cheerfully.
"Not sure that you"re not wise," Hunterleys added, with a shiver.
Twice they stopped while Lane rubbed the moisture from his gloves and lit a fresh cigarette.
"This is a test for your nerve, young fellow," Hunterleys remarked. "Are you feeling it?"
"Not in the least," Lane replied. "I can"t make out, though, why that steward made us all start at intervals of three minutes. Seems to me we should have been better going together at this pace. Save any one from getting lost, anyhow."
They crawled on for another twenty minutes. The routine was always the same--a hundred yards or perhaps two, an abrupt turn and then a similar distance the other way. They had one or two slight misadventures but they made progress. Once, through a rift, they caught a momentary vision of a carpet of lights at a giddy distance below.
"We"ll make it all right," Lane declared, crawling around another corner. "Gee! but this is the toughest thing in driving I"ve ever known!
I can do ninety with this car easier than I can do this three. Hullo, some one else in trouble!"
Before them, in the middle of the road, a light was being slowly swung backwards and forwards. Lane brought the car to a standstill. He had scarcely done so when they were conscious of the sound of footsteps all around them. The arms of both men were seized from behind. They were addressed in guttural French.