THE ALUMINIUM FLASK "I have telephoned to Lemerre, the Chef de la Surete at Geneva," said Hanaud, as the car sped out of Aix along the road to Annecy.

"He will have the house watched.

We shall be in time.

They will do nothing until dark." But though he spoke confidently there was a note of anxiety in his voice, and he sat forward in the car, as though he were already straining his eyes to see Geneva.
Ricardo was a trifle disappointed.

They were on the great journey to Geneva.