was
Nice.

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[Illustration: "THE ROCK OF MONACO".]

CHAPTER XXX

The Day of Suspense

"Will you make me believe that I am not sent for . . . ?
Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow!"
--SHAKESPEARE.

From Nice to Monte Carlo over the Upper Corniche, was for us a spin of
less than two hours; and after that most beautiful drive in the world,
we slowed down before the green-shaded loggia of the Royal, early in
the afternoon. The hotel was only just open for the season, and it was
possible to have a choice of rooms. Jack selected a glass-fronted
suite, with a view more beautiful than any other in the extraordinary
little principality:

"Magic casements
Opening on the foam of perilous seas
In faery lands forlorn."

which were, respectively, the harbour, and the rock of Monaco (as old
as Hercules), with its ancient towers dark against a sky of pearl.

I was given a peep into Molly's salon, which appeared to be a sort of
crystal palace, with its two window-walls curtained by trailing roses;
and Jack kept me for a moment at the door.

"I suppose we shall meet for dinner about eight, won't we, no matter
what we may all choose to do meanwhile?" said he.

"Well--er--no," I mumbled, feeling a little foolish. "I have--er--a
sort of engagement for to-night. I think I mentioned it before."

"What, to meet that missing Boy of yours?" asked Jack, in a chaffing
tone, so tactlessly loud that it must have been distinctly audible to
the ladies in the adjoining room, the door of which was open. "Isn't
that rather a mad idea? You were vaguely engaged to meet your pal, I
believe you said, on the night after your arrival, at the Hotel de
Paris, for dinner. But considering the fact that, if you'd walked down
as you then intended, instead of motoring, you would have been a
fortnight on the way, isn't it fantastic to expect that he'll turn up?"

"Not quite as fantastic as you think," I retorted, remembering the
terms of the Boy's letter, which had not been confided to Jack, in
their exactness. "Anyhow, I'm going on the off chance."

"You apparently credit the youth with clairvoyance, my dear chap.
Supposing he has come down here, how could he know that you'd
arrived?"

"I wired him from Digne, telegraphing to the Poste Restante at Monte
Carlo, where he would certainly think of enquiring, if he took much
interest in my movements. In that mes