“Well, I have a strong belief that I could lead you to your missing princess. But it’s only a belief, mind. So don’t be too hopeful.”
Miss Lambart’s pretty face flushed with sudden hope:
“Oh, if you could!” she cried.
“Put on your strongest pair of shoes, for I think that it will be rough going part of the way, and order a motor-car, or carriage; if you can, for the easier part; and we’ll put my belief to the test,” said Sir Maurice briskly.
Miss Lambart frowned, and said in a doubtful tone: “I shan’t be able to get a carriage or car without a tiresome fuss. They’re very unpleasant people, you know. Could we take the baroness with us? She’ll have to be carried in something.”
“Is she very fat?”
“Very.”
“Then she’d never get to the place I have in mind,” said Sir Maurice.
“Is it very far? Couldn’t we walk to it?”
“It’s about three miles,” said Sir Maurice.