Some one was playing a violin in a cafe at the corner of the street.
"Richard," Hunterleys said, "will you see me through?
I have to get to Cannes as fast as I can to send a cable.

I daren't send it from here, even in code." "I'll drive you to Cannes like a shot," Richard assented heartily.

"Just a brandy and soda on our way out, and I'll show you some pretty driving." They stopped at the Cafe de Paris and left the car under the trees.

Both men took a long drink and Richard filled his pocket with cigarettes.
Then they re-entered the car, lit up, and glided off on the road for Cannes.

Richard had become more serious.