"Perhaps," he said slowly, "perhaps she knew where they came from."
"Where was that?" said Daphne.
The Vice-Consul frowned.
"When I last saw them," he said, "they were in the Royal Treasury."
* * * * *
At half-past ten the next morning I was walking upon the golf links of
St. Jean-de-Luz.
I was not there of choice.
Two very eminent detectives—one French and one Spanish—were upon either side of me.
We were close to the seventh green, when the Frenchman touched me upon the arm.
"Look, sir," he said, pointing. "There is a golf party coming. They are making, no doubt, for this spot. When they arrive, pray approach and look at them. If you should recognise anyone, I beg that you will take off your hat."