CHAPTER V
Our plans were skilfully enough laid, but the Archduchess also had missed nothing. We rushed through the village of Argueil without having seen any sign of the carriage, and it was not until we had reached the vineyard-bordered road beyond that we saw it at last climbing the last hill to the convent.
"Shall we catch it?" I gasped.
The chauffeur only smiled.
"Monsieur may rest assured," he answered, changing into his fourth speed, notwithstanding the slight ascent.
Half-way up the hill we were barely one hundred yards behind. The man glanced at me for instructions.
"Blow your horn," I said.
He obeyed. The carriage drew to the side of the road. We rushed by, and I caught a glimpse of three faces. My spirits rose. There was only the Baron to deal with. Madame Richard and Isobel were the other occupants of the carriage.
"Stop, and draw the car across the road!" I ordered.