Half-way between that town and Camporossa, they came round a bend in the road, to see half a mile below them the flaring lamp of a motor-car.
"Here's my father, or the police!" said Tinker with a sigh of relief.
In five minutes Dorothy was kissing her father; and Tinker was presenting the new-found Selina to Sir Tancred with a joyful account of her delinquencies.
It had taken Sir Tancred little more than two and a half hours to get free of the Italian authorities; and as Tinker had expected he had hired a motor-car, and came straight and hard for Genoa, to be turned aside on to the right track by Tinker's shepherdess.
When they had exchanged stories, Mr.Rainer was for going on and taking vengeance on the kidnappers.

But Sir Tancred dissuaded him, pointing out that there was no need to have every gossip in Europe talking about Dorothy.

If the police, who were in a bustle from Mentone to Genoa, caught them, it must be endured.

But Dorothy had escaped unharmed, and the less fuss made about the matter the better.
Mr.Rainer listened to reason; Dorothy got into the car with Sir Tancred and her father; and they continued the descent.

Once on the highroad they set out for Monte Carlo as hard as they dared go at night.